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Didn't get as much marked off the ol' list this weekend as I would have liked. Things kept conspiring to make it difficult.

I DID manage to get Anneliese's Tinkerbell cake done Friday night, which she was quite delighted with. Saturday ended up mostly shot, running around. And that's not the best way to recover from a rough week spent covering for the other doctor in the practice. Especially with a teething baby up a lot of Saturday night.

Sunday I managed to freeze 2 dozen ears of corn down into 19 meal-size bags. Then I went to clean out the chicken pen. One of them escaped my clutches, and ended up roosting in a pan of used oil that John hadn't gotten rid of yet. *sigh* Multiple baths in Dawn dish soap later, she's still greasy. I anticipate she won't survive the experience. Stupid way to loose a bird. But, I find the Polish are exceedingly stupid birds. Next time, French Marans. Also, chicken-bathing is much funnier in concept than in actual practice. Oh, and the Barred Rock has started laying. Unfortunately, she seems to prefer to do it from a height. Hopefully she'll start using a nest box instead, because eggs don't do well with 4 ft drops.

I've discovered a new magazine called "Living Crafts." Mostly it's stuff to make for and with your kids. I might get a subscription at some point. Right now, I'm saving my Amazon certificates up for Christmas shopping. But maybe after the holidays...

Imminent move potential is still causing some High Anxiety. Enough so that last night I ended up having to resort to a bottle of hard cider to get the hamster of the mental wheel and settle down to sleep (finally) at 12 AM. And of course, Rori was up at 12:30. Though she just wanted a dry diaper and a small bottle and then back to bed. Good girl! My goodness, but she's getting to be a tall drink of water. Next weekend I get off, we'll go visit Mom and Dad. Their house has a lot more open spaces. She'll have to walk or crawl - no cruising 'round the furniture. Which might help with the walking thing. Mom wants me to get her some little high-topped shoes, as that was apparently the key for a friends' child. But I'm not quite ready to push her yet, and I thought that current theory was to keep their feet bare if you can, as it helps development of the arch and ankle ligaments.

I also think part of the anxiety is that I'm running out of things to "research" about the area for now. So I have no way to channel the energy. Other than to worry about things I can't easily replace. Like my OB/GYN. And friends. And such. *sigh* Maybe I'll go look into things we'd like to have access to out there - a cow share program, farmers' markets, etc. I suppose I should also find the number I had around for the veterinary head hunter and let her know that I may be in the market in that area. Just have to figure out what I'd like to do. Do I stay in private pratice? Not sure my rather blunt midwestern manner would go over well in that area. Regulatory medicine? Corporate? Hmmmmm.....

Back to work for a bit, whilst I wait for my Dr's office to call back. The dippy office nurse had never even heard of Sarcoptes, and then just assumed I worked in a veterinary office. Which is idiotic, as Sarcoptes is pretty darned species specific. So if I've had it for months, it's the human version. Likely from the blankets we get donated from a local nursing home, rather than a patient of my own. Since I haven't seen a case of scabies in years. And she had no idea what ivermectin was, and wanted me to give her the dosage. O_o Um. That's your job. We don't use it orally and I have no F'in clue what the people dosage is.

Tired. Aggravated. More later.
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Looking through my list reminds me (which should tell you how long I've just lived with it) that the electricity is still out in my upstairs bathroom. THAT will need fixing. I think it's just the need to replace one of the outlets. I'm not sure which, though. John has tried the RFID outlet repeatedly, to no avail. But each time he's turned the power back on, it's lit up "miswired". So I think it's him. Might have to drag Dad out to fix that one. *sigh* Maybe I can make a "Dad Date" for him to help fix the whole thing.

"DIY Donnie," from whom we bought the house, laid vinyl floor directly on the floorboards - no subfloor. So it's all pulling away from the edges. Which means - pull up the vinyl, lay a new subfloor, replace the toilet (the jury-rigged flush mechanism there is another story yet), put in a new floor, and fix the electrical. And repaint the horrible sponge-painting job. At least the pocket door is in good shape.
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Now, granted, I collect to-do lists more than I complete them. But it has struck me that I should at least make a list of those things that need doing before the snow flies, Just In Case.

1. Sand down porch railings with brass brush on drill and repaint (the one complaint the VA inspector had when WE bought the house. Stupid, but there it is. And this house could easily go VA or FHA, just because it's in the right price range.)

2. Scrape and paint front of garage

3. Scrape and paint trim on house

4. Decide what to do with cock-eyed overhang over front door

5. Finish 2nd half of flower bed in front yard

6. Clean off and return spare crib to Garry and Esther

7. Return daybed to Mom and Dad for eventual use up North.

8. Sort Garage stuff for sale

9. Sort storage area stuff for sale

10. Finish painting basement and replace carpet

11. Finish painting Anneliese's room, hallway, and trim in Rori's room

12. Paint stairwell

13. Paint trim on main level

14. Replace floor and toilet in upstair bathroom

15. Tar roof at Chimney

16. Re-plaster ceiling over dining table and stove

That will be 90% of what needs doing. After that, it's all "if we actually move" stuff - unload larger items via Craig's list, get a storage Pod and load excess furniture into it and generally get house ready for showing. Accckkkk!!!!
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Take butter out of freezer in advance of wanting to make cake.

Cake pans acquired. Though there is one odd effect of the whole relocation spectre: It is robbing me of any desire to acquire anything on the grounds that I don't want to have to move it. A major move will require me to rather ruthlessly divest of a lot of what I have already accumulated. Think we'll even leave the appliances here and deal with that when we move. Especially since any relocation allowance is likely to have a wt. limit on it.

Not that I couldn't stand to get rid of a bunch of stuff. And I was planning on a sale this spring anyway. I might just end up having to move up my timetable. A lot. Or maybe we'll play the two-places game again for a while. Won't be the first time. *sigh*

I am at least coming to terms with the fact that there are aspects of my life I can control and aspects I cannot. This is one of the latter, Still, luck favors the prepared. Hence the research into the area. I wonder if Manassas allows chickens?


Sep. 20th, 2009 02:06 pm
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It took way too long, but I got 11 jars of pears canned. And cleaned out the pantry so that the only thing in it is THIS years' preserves. Yeah.

Got the drop on [livejournal.com profile] ablackram and made her transport her own scrolls for this weekends' event. ;-) Hee. Evil accomplished.

Still have to make Dale's cake, which means a trip to JoAnn's for another cake pan.

I love surfing for quilt fabrics. But shopping locally is frustrating. The fabrics I like tend to be rather trendy and retro - Tula Pink, the new Sherri Berry Christmas fabric, Tanya Whelan, the Little Brown Bird collection. And what's available is kittens and cabbage roses. *sigh* Gotta do a shop hop at some point with company. 'Laina?

I did do a couple more professional surveys. Money that goes into Anneliese's dance account, so that, should she get to that point, we're set for an eventual school dress and hard shoes.

Which reminds me, there are no less than 3 Irish Dance schools in the greater DC area. Hopefully one would be willing to work with us. So that's good. Oh, and I happened across a real estate agent in Fairfax who is FROM Grand Haven. Used to be a Rycenga - one of the Great Clans in town.

Anybody know anything about the Barony of Steirbach?

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