Yesterday, the car wouldn't start. Apparently the battery was corroded beyond all recognition (being located in the wheel well in the state of MinneSnowTa, gee-- I just can't see how this might happen), and the mechanic had no idea how it had managed to start for this long.
I also have an exhaust leak by the converter-- so if anybody wants to ride with me & try to get suffocated, go for it.
Today I am going to try to find out if the sawy bars are going again, or if it's something more serious. I also should get my windows fixed, have the blower for the heater fixed, and find out why the bastard if shifting so hard. *sigh* I might be looking at a new car. Or worse, riding the bus. Fuck me!
Also, I got written up at work yesterday, and I feel absolutely betrayed.
P.S. It's raining, and more of my ceiling is threatening to soften. I broke one of my storm windows by accident, and I already have a huge amount of condensation forming in my spare bedroom. I also seem to have some rather dire issues with the caulking in my bathtub... I expect that any day now, the floor will just give way & I'll be buck nekked & trying to figure out how to climb out of a hole. I give up, I hate this fucking place.
Cheers & Whatever
- Music:Black Light Burns
Today's find (or at least one of them!), via iTunes & YouBoob, is High in Fire. So this is NOT my typical fare-- my ears officially hurt. Ooof. If I classify it as one thing or another, the purists may suddenly descend upon my head & blog. To which I will say "Pfffft." OK, highly unlikely that they will descend.
However, I could do nothing but giggle with appreciation when listening to "Rumors of War," as the singer's vocals somehow reminded me of Lemmy's, and Lemmy is always good for handing me a bucket o' chuckles.
So, the music is typically fast-paced, with heavy drums & bass (think old school Black Sabbath), it crashes-and-bashes, is still somehow melodic, and I am suitably impressed.
I am going to buy their single "Khanrad's Wall," from the album "Death is This Communion," because it struck a cord. Erm, a good one.
Also, for those who like High on Fire, check out Sleep's"Dragonaut" single. When High on Fire split, some folks formed Sleep. The others formed what is labeled a "stoner band" called "OM." From Om, I liked "Flight of the Eagle" and "Pilgrimage" the best.
Tally Ho, off I go.
I have to re-find my damned receipt for my lawn mower, that I never used this summer. Screw losing $300, I'm returning it. I know that some of you are cringing. Sorry.
Cheers.
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:High on Fire's "Khanrad's Wall"
I disremembered to note that on the 9th, it has officially been 2 years since I was de-married. Awesome!
What else? On the 5th, my lovely friend Jenifgrr's senior cat passed. He was about 16. It is of some significance to me, as Once Upon a Time, he was once mine. I simply couldn't take care of them (he also had a brother, who passed a few years ago) when I was on the move. So, the brothers had a wonderful home & quite possibly the best owner anybody could ask for. He had a good life.
I am beginning to get sick again. I can feel my lungs begin twitch in agony. Whatever crap is building, I'm trying to nip it quick. I still hurt all over, and my bum shoulder is like a lead weight of pain, that inspires numbness to the rest of my arm & hand. Stupid thing.
Last night, SPCO's performance at The Ordway was fantastic. They played two pieces by Shostakovich (Chamber Symphony Op. 83a & Piano Concerto #2 in F, Op. 102), then Kancheli ("Night Prayers" is fricking amazing!!) & Prokofiev (Sinfonietta, Op.5). Standing ovation for the concerto-- and well-deserved! Kirill Gerstein is a piano wizard.
Oh, damn... there is fricking snow on the ground. SNOW. AUGHHHHHHHH. See?!? What do you mean, you can't see anything? Look in the lower left-hand corner. Aha! Now you see?
Yes, I am too screaming! Gawd, I'm not ready for this. I am not ready for being cold for the next 6 months.I don't want to pay upwards of $300/month just to keep my stupid house at 58 degrees. Dammit.
Oh, Hell to you too, MinneSnowTa. I have to find my gloves... Hell, I have to dig out my coats, my hats, my scarves. I still have to put up the storm windows. Drag in the water hose. Take down my outdoor table & chair set. Plug in the heat tape. Good Hannah in a dirty girdle, did I just type that?? *sigh* I am determined not to have my pipes freeze up this winter, so I am going to go to Hell because I shall always leave a tiny stream of water running, whenever I leave my house. I'm just not going to go through that again, if at all possible. Good grief.
I feel as though I've just begun to recover from last year. I wonder if I can do this for very much longer? I realize I bellyache about this every year with the descent of Father Winter-- but the whole pansy-ass lungs, no light, depression, body-falling-apart-in-the-cold bits just aren't enjoyable.
OK, I'm going to go sulk. I totally need to find a wreath so that I can dress up as an evergreen for Halloween. Stoopid MinneSnowTa.
Cheers & All That
- Mood:
bitchy - Music:Shostakovich
*le sigh*
- Mood:
gloomy
I like that advice. A lot.
So. Mystery fun guest tomorrow evening (I even talked my way into getting a short work day tomorrow, hooray!), whoo whoo.
Mum is coming down on Sunday & will be staying through at least Monday.
I even have Sunday & Monday off. This means I get to hit Schaar's Bluff. YEAH!! Gawd, I've missed it.
I am going to grill. Hear the sizzle? Yeah, that's me. Er, well, at least my food! lol
OK, time for a last tidy-up, and then I pronounce the place "fuck it, it'll have to do."
Pee Ess I broke down & bought a "real" lawn mower. Sort of. It's electric. However, because I am The Raineth, I have no idea how I'm going to manage the whole "I need 150 feet, not 100 feet" of outdoor electrical cord bit. Hmmm, yes. Quite... Some days... I tell you...
Cheers & All
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:"Nantes" by Beirut
I would have cleaned more, but it's just not happening. Quite frankly, I'm also bloody well sick of cleaning, after two weeks straight of it. Bleah!
Sad to say, that barely scratched the surface. I am an organized slob. I don't grow critters on plates or such, but I just let stuff pile up. There's nobody else here to say "Hey, you, pick that crap up!" so... it just goes & goes. Stuff gets misplaced. Lost. Neglected. Ho-hum'd. Now?
Oh sure, totally forget that it takes the patience of many small gods (of which I am not one) to clean this place... Oy. I am expecting a guest this Saturday, and I was going to try to be all impressive. Hmmm. Well. At this point in time, I have only tomorrow morning left to clean; my work schedule changed abruptly, and that's that.
I will have to settle for a clean bathroom, mostly organized spare bedroom, no dishes (or few dishes), no britches lounging about, and a well-rested Raineth. I mean, really... My house can be spic & span, but that's not going to fly if I'm a totally crabby, tired bitch. I am horrible when I am crabby.
Besides... mum is coming down on Sunday, and I have that day & Monday off. At long last, I will be able to go back to Schaar's Bluff! I missed a lot of photo opportunities, and the peace that is there for the taking. Aaaah, I can hardly wait.
I'm actually going to call it a night. No, really. I am. I can get up earlier in the morning & tackle some stuff. Mostly... I just want to rest. I have not been feeling well, and I refuse to be ill this weekend.
Cheers & All
- Mood: content
- Music:Type O Negative - She Burned Me Down | Powered by Last.fm
On top of that, I let one of my toilet seats drop down, and the bastard broke a hinge. Wot? Stupid damned stuff.
I have a list a mile long, and I'm fairly cross about it. So much shit, so little toity paper. heh
1. Move dryer venting. Somebody, anybody, I don't care who!
2. Re-seal bathtub thingy.
3. Get stoopid Park people out here to trim the damned pine tree boughs that THEY are responsible for. If my fricking roof caves in, I SWEAR...
4. Re-seed side lawn. The poor muther is FUBAR.
5. Finally paint my bedroom. Yes, I have lived here for 2 years and I've only gotten as far as putting on spackle. Nice, right?
6. Re-attach bathroom bathtub thing. The house shifted violently this past winter, and I think that had something to do with it.
7. Dust.
8. Finish importing my cd's.
9. Purchase different/additional dvd/media holder.
10. Take VHS tape of the Pit crew to a place where VHS can be made into dvd. I'm just so afraid that the tape will completely degrade. It's been 9 years, wasn't very good to begin with, and is all I have left of my brother "live".
11. Did I eat the rest of my list? *brap, burrrrp.* No. No, of course not. And nowhere, nowhere, you will notice-- did I mention douing dishes. Thanks.
Time for bed.
Cheers & All
- Mood:
Raineth want some chocolate - Music:"Bloodstain" by UNKLE
Thanks, guys!
Back to trying to figure out how to put my dryer venting back where it belongs. *sigh* Gawd, I do not always appreciate Redneck "Duck"tapes & Jerry rigs. Ugh, blat.
Cheers & All
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:"Flyswatter" by Eels
I have Sponge songs in my head, this morning. I'll be humming "Drag Queens of Memphis" and "Wax Ecstatic" all day.
I have been unsuccessfully trying to get out of bed since 6am. I was going to try to clean a little bit, but quite honestly-- I could give a crap today. So now I must simply get ready for work.
It's cold, and my silly human body has no idea what to think about it besides Conspiracy Theory conjecture. I suppose that's fine, for the moment. Autumn has been in my bones for a couple of weeks, now...
And now... time to make coffee, feed, shat & trot the dog... then go to work.
Someday I might even finish re-sealing my bathtub. Something's happened to the old stuff, and it needs to be redone. *le sigh* Ahh, home ownership. If it's not one thing, it's another!
It doesn't even feel like I'm with my day... I have slipped sideways, and am more comfortable there. I have been dreaming of Chicago, Milwaukee & Paris. Some days my flights of fancy insist that I've never needed a plane, train or automobile to travel... blab, bblah, blah.
This day is a toss-over. Yes, I am too turning a verb into a noun. I am The Raineth, and I bloody well can. ROWR. Where was that coffee??
Cheers & All
- Mood: Bleah, Fooey
- Music:"It's a Motherfucker" by Eels
Anyway, I am OK with trying to make it look like the Joneses, tomorrow morning, before work. However, the whole "spray for dandelions" bit is just plain evil, if you are a person who has discovered that you have sensitivities to certain chemicals. So. My response is:
Dear Park Rules: Go spray noxious weedkiller on your own fucking lawn. Unless you're going to pay me to go to the ER again, you can kiss my butt. Cutting my grass is enough.
*raises middle fingers*
Thanks for Stopping By.
- Mood:
Eh, blat - Music:"Gloomy Sunday" version by Billie Holiday
I knew it would be sold eventually, but I've been so blissfully happy without neighbors on one side of me for so long (the other neighbor is amazingly quiet), that I sort-of forgot about the empty trailer, even when the random person would stop by to take a look at the place.
Yesterday, when I arrived home from the MIA exhibit... instead of the ever-persistent "For Sale" sign, a sign that read "Sold Ours" was in the window. Hellfire. I'm going to have neighbors again.
Please make them quiet, nice neighbors who like to eat, have nice pets (if any), and ignore the fact that I am old-fashioned and like to hang linens & towels out to dry in the spring/summer, for freshness. Thank you.
I am definitely still sick... this is getting old. Today is nasal congestion, loss of taste, scratchy throat, cough, lack of energy & general malaise. The tiredness could stem for 6 month's' worth of generally shitty sleeping, but it seems to last longer, these days. A small amount of rest just doesn't cut it. I think my brain has burned out, too.
Cheers & All
- Mood:
tired - Music:"Black & Gold" by Sam Sparro
Next year remind me to check on my spare rooms at least a few times over the winter! I haven't been in one until just a few minutes ago; oh dear Lawd! There must have been some condensation/dripping going on, and now... Holy Hannah & a box of horse apples, I have enough mold & mildew on the walls & carpeting to drop-kick a rhino. No wonder I wasn't feeling well, lately. Dur! Raineth's lungs do not particularly appreciate being exposed to mold & mildew.
I need to find my fricking Lysol. *sigh* Ish, ish, ISH! So gross. It smells terrible. Thank goodness I'm cleaning. Well, thank goodness sort-of. Mmmf. I don't want to know how much longer that would have been there, or how much more of my home it would have taken over, if I hadn't been looking for a place to "hide" things in storage while my Good Aunt & Good Uncle are here. Well. Gotta clean & disinfect all of this, first. Eeewww!
I'm going to need a very strong beer, after cleaning up this pain in me arse. :-(
Pbblthht.
And in Other News: Jenifgrrr and Tundrababe, how the Sam Hill are you? You are beginning to cause me worry.
*post-edit* oh. dear. This is very, very bad. I think that I'm going to throw up. I am in a terrible state of shock &... grief. I am not quite up for a full-blown weeping session, but I am perilously close... The mold and mildew somehow damaged personal items that I had stored in the room. They were all stored above the floor, and not against a wall, but... Ohhhhh, shit. I have about-- at today's going rate, even through an online auction-- about $1000 worth of damaged books. Precious books that will not only cost a lot of money to replace, but are truly impossible to replace because of who they came from. *Swallows hard* Some of the slides that I still needed to convert to a different media form, from when my parents went abroad, are damaged. Eight paper journals, includung one from when I was 9-11 years old, are damaged beyond repair. My beautiful scrapbook of postcards and memorabilia from Ireland & Paris, as well as one of my main scrapbooks from Chicago are also severely damaged. I know that they are things... but... These things are the little reminders of who I was, who I am, where I've been & where I want to go.
Fuck it, I am too going to cry...
- Mood: grief-stricken
- Music:"The Girl You Lost to Cocaine" by Sia
"They fuck you in the drive-thru."
Stupid inside wiring (yes, I'm an old codger & I still use a landline). Silly me for not investing in the inside wiring plan. I have paid for the service many times over nearly two decades, and it's come in handy only once. Now it would be handy. Something is really screwed up.
My line is full of crackly-assed static, and has been for nearly a week. Folks couldn't hear it on their end, but I could. Then last night and today my phone read "Line in Use,' although everything was certainly not in use. There were some other issues after that (no dial tone, dial tone for 2 seconds, no ringing, no voicemail, call out but no calling in, then finally back to the working-right-but-Hella static, blah to the third.). The online tech gave up on hitting me (sending a signal to my dumb-assed Digital Voice device) & instead is sending out a tech.
I'm totally going to blame Comcast anyway. They are a conglomerate Fuck You in the Drive-Thru, and they could go to Hell if all of my services (except cell phone) weren't linked through them.
I suppose I should take down the drape that keeps all of the heat focused on one side of my house (it takes too much work for my little heater to battle the awful cold that permeates the floor & walls at that end). The tech won't have to work in a 52* chill (and that's nothing! I have a room, when closed-- which in winter always is, as the drafts are obscene & unmanageable), that serves as an extra refrigerator for my produce in the winter; it rarely inches above 36* until spring), and my bathroom experience may actually last longer than 6 minutes. Showering, people! Gah.
Fooooooo-ey.
I need another drink to fix this pain.
Thank you, TheFriars. The Irish lassie in me thanks you a lot.
Cheers & All
- Mood: cranky
I said it last year, but I didn't take my own advice: Ignore the Park's rules, waste a shitload of water & hope that my karma doesn't suffer for it, and keep my lines open in the future. If I'd left a very small stream going in each "section" of the house, this wouldn't have happened. I hope that my pipes aren't busted. Damn, I'm so tired of this dump. At least I don't have roaches or vermin, but DAMMIT.
Harrumf. If tacking up blankets to the wall to prevent some of the bitter cold from seeping through isn't darn-well redneck, I don't know what is. Well, except that I didn't use duct tape.
*sigh* Spring, are we there yet??
Cheers & All
- Music:Wintersleep's "Archaeologists"
My pipes froze again, last evening. I arrived home, wanting nothing more than a nice hot shower, to discover that yet again, Minnesota had eaten my house and there was no water from any source. I was telling Superior Ronda that a sort-of miracle occurred, though. After I'd spent some time grumbling crossly, calling a repair man, calling work to let them know that due to needing a repair man I'd be late to work the next day, going out to buy bottled water, eating dinner & watching a movie ("The Duchess"), I fiddled with the faucets for the gloom of it & discovered that all but one source of freeze magically put out water again. Hooray!
What, it warmed up to zero or whattaya tellin me, here? (say with Bronx accent). Stoopid. Minnesota. Aauugh!
Mmmf. *peers over last paragraph* That was a tragic sentence, but I'm in no mood to correct it. Instead, I must get ready for work. It's been totally dead there for the past week, so I'm not in any rush. Bad Raineth, bad. I didn't call anyone this morning to tell them I'd be in on time because... quite frankly, I feel a bit crappy again & I wanted to sleep. Gawd, I want to sleep! And to be well. All of it seems to be so elusive.
Anyway. Off I go.
Cheers & All
- Mood: OK
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