Coworker: (points to plant on her bookshelf) What is this?
Me: A flower?
Coworker: No, the whole thing.
Me: A plant?
Coworker: No. I think it’s a peace lily.
M’kaythen! Glad I could help!
Category: Crankypantsing
Yesterday’s Doodle
Doodle
RoseArt gel pen on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches
I’m really starting to wonder if Milton might have a developmental disability. He threw the mother of all non-verbal screaming fits this morning, complete with stomping and throwing things. If he does, that might explain his behavior, though it doesn’t do a damned thing to make my life any easier.
Inevitable Errors
And, of course, now I see that I’ve got a big, fat typo in one of the family tree entries. Easily fixed, thankfully. Hrmf. I’m blaming DST, just because.
A light exists in spring
April 22, 2006
Some of the trees are starting to get a faint tinge of pale, pale green, and the redbuds are close to bursting into bloom. The brambles behind my house have little bud swellings on them. All of this means that my allergies are awful. I love spring, but it does not love me.
Mr. Upstairs Update
I really ought to stop complaining about the jerk upstairs, but I just can’t help myself. I heard him vacuuming yesterday afternoon, which made me happy. If he vacuums during the day, he probably won’t be doing it at 3am, right? So later on, when I went to take out the dog for her pre-dinner potty break, there were big, grey tufts of crud all over my patio. It was like a tumbleweed and a dust bunny had a litter of frankenspawn. O gross! Milton had dumped his vacuum canister over the balcony, instead of emptying it in the trash like a normal person.
There’s a mean, vindictive part of me that wants to pick up the mess and dump it on the carpet outside his front door.
Thawing Out
Pandora basking by the space heater
The new furnace was installed today, and it is working beautifully. I’m looking forward to actually sleeping tonight, instead of listening to Mr. Upstairs, who is–even as I type–dropping free weights on the floor above my head. Really, I can’t think of a single nice thing to say about the guy right now, so I’ll just leave it at that.
Furnace Update
Doodle
gel pen on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches
I got a call from the maintenance guy this ayem, and they are going to be here bright and early tomorrow to install the new furnace.
I don’t know which I’m more sick of, not having heat, or sleeping in the “warm” living room. Last night, Mr. Upstairs spent the entire night–starting at about 11:00!–cleaning. First, it was the dishwasher, which is not, alas, a quiet model. Then, he commenced vacuuming–again, kinda loud! At about 12:30 he started rearranging furniture. At 2am, he recommenced with the vacuuming. In between the aforementioned events, there was much stomping around and dropping of heavy objects. I think he was intentionally trying to make me cry.
What in the hell is wrong with him?! I just don’t understand how a grown, adult human could think that sort of obnoxious behavior is acceptable. Was he absent on the day they studied sound waves in physics class?
And then there’s Miss Pandora, bless her heart. Somewhere in all the upstairs noise-making, I managed to drift off to sleep, only to be abruptly awakened by the sound of the vertical blinds clanging together. It was Pandora, running back and forth, along the patio window. “Clank clank clank” is not, as it turns out, very good music to sleep by.
Doodle
Doodle
RoseArt ColorSharp metallic marker on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches
Still no heat, so I’m going to turn off the computer now and go to the “warm room.” I’m optimistic that tomorrow will bring a nice, shiny, new furnace, but I’m not going to count on it.
Sunday Crankypantsing
Doodle
gel pen and gel marker on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches
Last night’s wintry mix didn’t end up amounting to anything, because the temperature rose enough for the ice and snow to turn to rain. A good thing, too, because when I got up this morning, the furnace was dead. Again. I had to hunt for my lease, to find the emergency maintenance number. I called, and someone masquerading as a repair person showed up. I say “masquerading as,” because all he was able to do was turn up the thermostat, wait for it to misbehave, and tell me, “Yep, it’s broken.” Pure genius!
I’m going to have to wait until tomorrow, when a real repair person can come fix it. In the meantime, he brought me a dinky little oil heater. Better than nothing, because it should keep one room reasonably warm, but not so very helpful for keeping the large, open-plan living-dining-kitchen area warm. But at least it’s not super cold out, right?
While I was waiting for the Unrepair guy to show up, I watched a show on Alexander the Great (I love the history channel!) and doodled. I have a feeling that the rest of the day is going to be spent on the couch, with a good book, the dog, a cup of hot chocolate, and a big, fat comforter.
Sunday Crankypantsing
gel pen and gel marker on 90lb Stonehenge paper
7 1/2 x 5 5/8 inches
Last night’s wintry mix didn’t end up amounting to anything, because the temperature rose enough for the ice and snow to turn to rain. A good thing, too, because when I got up this morning, the furnace was dead. Again. I had to hunt for my lease, to find the emergency maintenance number. I called, and someone masquerading as a repair person showed up. I say “masquerading as,” because all he was able to do was turn up the thermostat, wait for it to misbehave, and tell me, “Yep, it’s broken.” Pure genius!
I’m going to have to wait until tomorrow, when a real repair person can come fix it. In the meantime, he brought me a dinky little oil heater. Better than nothing, because it should keep one room reasonably warm, but not so very helpful for keeping the large, open-plan living-dining-kitchen area warm. But at least it’s not super cold out, right?
While I was waiting for the Unrepair guy to show up, I watched a show on Alexander the Great (I love the history channel!) and doodled. I have a feeling that the rest of the day is going to be spent on the couch, with a good book, a cup of hot chocolate, and a big, fat comforter.
red paper boat 