The state of the house is driving me nuts
May. 2nd, 2004 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasI've got to talk to Dave, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merkcomet, about his habit of picking crap up at yard sales. I've filled a dumpster with stuff I pulled out of the basement -- by myself, mind you; nobody else has helped ONCE -- and there's more shit in the basement than when I started. That's an exaggeration, but Dave, over the week I've been trying to clean out the basement, brought in several bicycles, a rug, and ghu knows what else. Which is all lying hither and yon around the basement and elsewhere.
The living room is entirely adrift in papers. The downstairs kitchen is filled with stale food and dirty dishes (although no actual ROTTING food, which is good.)
The point, or at least A point of taking over the downstairs was so that Lis and I could finally have a grown-up house. A house with a nice living room and dining room, nice space to entertain, like ADULTS have.
Having auto parts all over the living room isn't helping.
Having those auto parts in the same room as the thousand-dollar sofas is ALSO not helping. It's not that the auto parts themselves are going to fall over or damage the sofas -- it's that people treat sofas that are in rooms with auto parts in them worse than sofas in NICE rooms.
The fucking POINT was to HAVE nice rooms. Places where people would see the furniture, and go, "Hey! These people have nice furniture! How civilized and genteel!"
Having bench seats from a old car leaning up against the wall is just not helping that.
merkcomet, about his habit of picking crap up at yard sales. I've filled a dumpster with stuff I pulled out of the basement -- by myself, mind you; nobody else has helped ONCE -- and there's more shit in the basement than when I started. That's an exaggeration, but Dave, over the week I've been trying to clean out the basement, brought in several bicycles, a rug, and ghu knows what else. Which is all lying hither and yon around the basement and elsewhere.The living room is entirely adrift in papers. The downstairs kitchen is filled with stale food and dirty dishes (although no actual ROTTING food, which is good.)
The point, or at least A point of taking over the downstairs was so that Lis and I could finally have a grown-up house. A house with a nice living room and dining room, nice space to entertain, like ADULTS have.
Having auto parts all over the living room isn't helping.
Having those auto parts in the same room as the thousand-dollar sofas is ALSO not helping. It's not that the auto parts themselves are going to fall over or damage the sofas -- it's that people treat sofas that are in rooms with auto parts in them worse than sofas in NICE rooms.
The fucking POINT was to HAVE nice rooms. Places where people would see the furniture, and go, "Hey! These people have nice furniture! How civilized and genteel!"
Having bench seats from a old car leaning up against the wall is just not helping that.
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Date: 2004-05-02 01:05 pm (UTC)You could try to convince him that he needs to give the bench seat to a friend of yours who's about to move and owns no furniture. >:)
How's he hauling all that junk in on crutches, anyway?
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Date: 2004-05-02 03:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-02 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-05-03 02:02 am (UTC)*nod* Yes, exactly so. I'm not sure I'm ever going to have a Proper Grown-Up House, given that oftentimes we have six adults and three kids in a space that was probably designed for half that number, but it's amazing how little things (like whether or not I've had time to clear off the living-room tables in the morning) make a difference to how people treat the place the rest of the time.