Thursday, November 12, 2009

Cat Frippery

Both Lisa Marie and John were kind enough to come over this past Sunday and remodel some things in the house. John cute a giant hole in the basement door (to accommodate the giant Henri) and he also hung the mirror in my bedroom that I bought at Circle Thrift for $20. Lisa Marie and I worked for about 5 or so hours on the brand new, redecorated, restyled, and re-carpeted kitty palace. It is resplendent.

First, the cat door. I wanted to put this on so that I could keep the basement door shut, since that's where the litter box is and I don't want the smell wafting up into the kitchen. But I haven't yet put the flap on it b/c I'm not sure they're smart enough to go through it. Well, I know Ernesto is, but not so sure about the other two.

This is a view of the living room with the new coffee table. Still no sofa.

And the new table and chairs all set up. I haven't hung any pictures b/c I'm scared to mess up the walls. Liz and Luke are coming for a visit this weekend, so I'm sure they will help me through it.

Ta-DA! That's fat Emma Carol getting ready to jump off the top level.

And the two of them. This version is at least a foot lower than the first one. We took out an entire story and it's still huge.

And Ernesto, alone. Please note the sad little red mouse toy on the carpet, brought there, I suppose, as an offering to the goddesses who made this lovely perch.

Friday, November 6, 2009

The Hired Help

Ethnics delivered this beautiful, grown-up furniture for free on Tuesday. The store is sadly going out of business and consequently, most of their items are 40%I haven't had a chance to take pictures of it in the home, but this is the table top--made of teak from old bridges.

And the chairs--I bought four because, you know, of all the entertaining I do.

This is the Siddhartra statute that Jenn Bing purchased.

Lovely coffee table constructed from old railroad cars.

And this is sort of what the table and chairs look like.

So, the house-cleaning lady came for the first time yesterday while I was at work. I could tell that she'd been there even before I got into the house, because the smell of cleaning fluid was wafting from the rooms. She organized one of my bookshelves by setting up all of the photo frames and cleaned the coffee pot really well and swept the basement and fanned the magazines out on the coffee table. Totally, totally, totally worth it.I am becoming a snob. Soon, I will become Republican.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Sitting on the Floor of My New Home

That is because I don't yet have a couch, having left behind the shitty brown one for the neighbor's to snatch up (which they did--I noticed that when I returned to clean, their old couch was on the side of the house and mine had vanished). I am waiting for two things right now--the cleaning lady to find my home, and the furniture dude to deliver the new tables I bought on Saturday at Ethnics. I am certain they will both show up at the same time and I'll have to juggle the awkwardness somehow. The last week has been crazy and tiring. I hate moving. It sucked, even though I had Mambo Movers, because of course, I had to take over two loads of stuff beforehand and so climbed about 500 sets of stairs. Then there's going over to clean the old place, which I did, but I wouldn't say it was a stellar job. I cleaned for three hours, but I didn't spackle or scrub the floors like I probably should have. And then there was the cable dude who convinced me to not run the cable upstairs, but instead get a router that I now can't figure out how to install. And Lisa Marie came over on Sunday and we spent about three hours disassembling the cat castle to make it more manageable and to get rid of all of the icky cat fur. Now it's naked and broken, but it'll be better if we can get it together. I've decided also that the bathroom is too small and so would like to use the Obama money to expand it into the tiny third bedroom. Would that be insane? To give up a small, small room for a bigger, more manageable bathroom? I don't know.

Other things that happened:

1. As soon as the movers finished up, I immediately locked myself out of the house. One of the movers said he would try to get into the back. In the meantime, I figured out that I could almost get in through the letter slot and so I used this screw driver to remove it and, just as I was opening the front door, Mark, the mover, came bounding down, having scaled the back alley wall, climbed up on the air conditioner, and shimmied up the side wall to the window in the second bedroom that was unlocked. So, it was kind of anticlimactic in a way, because he didn't get to be the hero. As compensation, I gave him my Raleigh bike, since I realized it's too heavy for me to feasibly take up and down the basement stairs (of course, now SEPTA is on strike and so it would've been nice to have the bike available...). I asked him to please not come back and kill me later.

2.Last night, I managed to set off the burglar alarm for about twenty minutes. I thought it had been deactivated, but it hadn't, and so it screamed for a long, long, long time while I scrambled to find the phone number of the previous owners, tried to call Brinks, tried to call Jeanne, and emailed the owners to beg them to call me with the code, which they finally did, thank God.