Look at the pictures and the cutlery
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j4Yesterday I intended to use my day off to: take delivery of a piano; remind myself how to play it; ship a car-load of stuff from the old house to the new house; catch up on some boring paperwork; tidy the house a bit; and still have time to enjoy a cup of tea and a book. It was all so plausible.
Still, I suppose making it as far as point three on one's to-do list counts as some kind of a success.
After about 6 hours of packing and ferrying, I think all my belongings are now in the house where I live, with the exception of: a dining table, a double bed, a 'spinner'-style shop display unit, a sofa-bed, a set of three nested tables, a filing cabinet, an ironing board, an uplighter, and a bookcase full of sheet music.
When I finally got home and got all the stuff inside the house, I took one look at the heaps of junk and cried, and we gave up and went to the pub. It was all still there when we got back, but I closed my eyes and pretended I couldn't see it. There are two swords on the piano-stool, and half a dozen boxes on the spare bed, and at least one monitor on the landing, and I can't see any of the surfaces for putting things on or sitting on any more. This morning I had to climb over a heap of computers which looked like some kind of national monument to technical obsolescence, just to get to my work bag.
It's not so much that this influx of stuff is totally unexpected, as that I didn't expect to have to deal with it all so quickly. But S's girlfriend has decided she's sick of seeing the filthy pawprints of his Evil Ex all over their house, and I was getting sick of the guilt-trips anyway, so I suppose it's for the best. And my parents have kindly offered to store some of the stuff in their house (bigger than our house, though smaller than S's house) until I have the time/energy to sort it all out. They may even have room for the dining table and sofa-bed in their garage.
This morning I woke up at 6am and couldn't hear next-door's baby yelling. Maybe I just wake up at that time anyway (and it's a complete coincidence that I can usually hear the kid screaming when I do) because for some reason my body has decided that it would prefer to be exhausted and headachey all the time? I've got an river of tiredness running constantly behind my eyes, a sluggish brown river full of burnt-out cars and old shopping trolleys and used needles, and it's been there for about a decade, and it doesn't go away.
As for the admin, I suppose there's always the Easter weekend. That's quite soon now, isn't it? Please say it's soon.
Still, I suppose making it as far as point three on one's to-do list counts as some kind of a success.
After about 6 hours of packing and ferrying, I think all my belongings are now in the house where I live, with the exception of: a dining table, a double bed, a 'spinner'-style shop display unit, a sofa-bed, a set of three nested tables, a filing cabinet, an ironing board, an uplighter, and a bookcase full of sheet music.
When I finally got home and got all the stuff inside the house, I took one look at the heaps of junk and cried, and we gave up and went to the pub. It was all still there when we got back, but I closed my eyes and pretended I couldn't see it. There are two swords on the piano-stool, and half a dozen boxes on the spare bed, and at least one monitor on the landing, and I can't see any of the surfaces for putting things on or sitting on any more. This morning I had to climb over a heap of computers which looked like some kind of national monument to technical obsolescence, just to get to my work bag.
It's not so much that this influx of stuff is totally unexpected, as that I didn't expect to have to deal with it all so quickly. But S's girlfriend has decided she's sick of seeing the filthy pawprints of his Evil Ex all over their house, and I was getting sick of the guilt-trips anyway, so I suppose it's for the best. And my parents have kindly offered to store some of the stuff in their house (bigger than our house, though smaller than S's house) until I have the time/energy to sort it all out. They may even have room for the dining table and sofa-bed in their garage.
This morning I woke up at 6am and couldn't hear next-door's baby yelling. Maybe I just wake up at that time anyway (and it's a complete coincidence that I can usually hear the kid screaming when I do) because for some reason my body has decided that it would prefer to be exhausted and headachey all the time? I've got an river of tiredness running constantly behind my eyes, a sluggish brown river full of burnt-out cars and old shopping trolleys and used needles, and it's been there for about a decade, and it doesn't go away.
As for the admin, I suppose there's always the Easter weekend. That's quite soon now, isn't it? Please say it's soon.
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Not waving...
Date: 2006-03-17 06:55 pm (UTC)Exactly. :-/
unfinished business
That too. I was so happy for S when he started seeing his gf, and I was caught up in NRE of my own, and it (naively) didn't occur to me that she'd resent my continued presence in his life that much, because as far as I was concerned my role in his life was more friend/former-housemate than Evil Ex-Girlfriend, and it's not possible (let alone sane/sensible) to stop people having had previous housemates, or having friends.
And I certainly didn't think that stuff-which-for-me-was-non-emotional (like dining tables, FFS!) would be signs of Keeping My Mark On Him or whatever. I mean, it's just furniture. She obviously can't stand me, though -- if she was a cat her hackles would rise and all her fur would stand on end as soon as I walked in the room -- and that saddens me. I don't know her that well, but she seems really nice, and she's obviously so good for S. I just hope I'll still be able to see him from time to time without it causing Issues with her. I suppose, though, the relationship I had with S seems much more recent to her than it does to me, because I've done the getting-over-it bit for longer than she's had to get over the fact that he's still on speaking terms with his ex, IYSWIM.
I mean, I think being on friendly terms with exes is a good thing in a partner. Suggests that they're a friendly person who doesn't bear grudges and is capable of resolving differences amicably.
I only still have stuff at S's house because until a month ago it was still partly my house and he had agreed that stuff could stay there for the time being. As I said above, we should have set a deadline, because as it was it felt like I was suddenly being told "the deadline's up now" when I didn't know there was a deadline. I know that, but 20/20 hindsight is about as much use as an underwater fire-extinguisher.
*sigh*