So, remember that the Big Move was this past Monday? Well, THERE IS STILL MOVING TO DO, Gawd help me. Today I hired a couple of guys to take out my heavy furniture and put it in the dumpster, because let’s face it, the particleboard bookcases are just not worth keeping, now that they’ve gone all soggy and rotten on the bottom. And the sofabed/loveseat is a) emerald green b) faded c) excruciating to sit on, so out it goes. And what did those nice young men do, other than cost me $60 (well, in fairness they agreed to do it for $20 apiece, but then one of the new twenties literally flew out of my pocket when I pulled out my keys and was claimed by the sky gods, as it was entirely THAT KIND of a day if you know what I mean)?
They broke my only working lamp, for which I did not have a replacement bulb. And the switch was neatly snapped off as well.
So, that put an end to my plan to sift through the rubble on the floor and look for things I needed to keep. Which is awkward, because the carpenter who lives next door is desperate to get his hands on the place and start renovating, motivated in large part by the fact that there’s a pianist on his other side (I don’t even have the vivacity to make a dirty joke at this point, CAN YOU SEE HOW STRESSFUL THIS HAS BEEN?) and he’s tired of being woken up by construction at 7:30 Monday to Friday and Beethoven at 7 on Saturday and Sunday. As Fran Lebowitz would doubtless say, if he wished to be awakened by Beethoven, he would sleep with Beethoven.
All of which is to say that his plan to rip up the carpet tomorrow is going to have to wait until 10 at the earliest, lunch most likely.
And now, the horrifying pix! Yes, direct to you from Mildew Manor, we present: