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Partied briefly with short petite Goths in a basement, which is another New Year's Day tradition for me. Happiness. I just noticed that this particular house has a chainsaw sculpture of a demon-shaped gargoyle, and it's looking at the house. Pacific Northwest Goth at its finest.
I finally made it to the Tickler's apartment to clean. She's running a day or two behind on her move, and she was exhausted despite getting apparently days' worth of help from her boyfriend D, who was there with us.
I did a couple of hours of cleaning, which was about all I could do under the circumstances - full car, late afternoon, exhausted Tickler. Boy howdy, was that job necessary. There was so much dust, mildew, cat hair, and general grime around that I was, to quote Beck, chokin' like a one-man dust bowl by the time I was done. Seriously, I should have brought my respirator. I did my best to make it all good as new, but I don't think that's possible.
The Tickler was so wiped out that when she took the last carload of the day to the new place, which is about an hour's drive from her old one, she forgot her meds and her CPAP. Yikes! D noticed, and I called her. Luckily, her drop-dead date isn't until the end of the month.
I feel like an OK Girlfriend™ now, but I feel sorry for my poor Viking. Moving is a big undertaking when you're a bit of a clothes horse and more than a bit of a crafter.
I finally made it to the Tickler's apartment to clean. She's running a day or two behind on her move, and she was exhausted despite getting apparently days' worth of help from her boyfriend D, who was there with us.
I did a couple of hours of cleaning, which was about all I could do under the circumstances - full car, late afternoon, exhausted Tickler. Boy howdy, was that job necessary. There was so much dust, mildew, cat hair, and general grime around that I was, to quote Beck, chokin' like a one-man dust bowl by the time I was done. Seriously, I should have brought my respirator. I did my best to make it all good as new, but I don't think that's possible.
The Tickler was so wiped out that when she took the last carload of the day to the new place, which is about an hour's drive from her old one, she forgot her meds and her CPAP. Yikes! D noticed, and I called her. Luckily, her drop-dead date isn't until the end of the month.
I feel like an OK Girlfriend™ now, but I feel sorry for my poor Viking. Moving is a big undertaking when you're a bit of a clothes horse and more than a bit of a crafter.
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Date: 2019-01-06 01:25 pm (UTC)From:Moving is hard under the best of circumstances, and it seems to be the one task that does not get easier with practice.