Signed the lease….

I have a new address effective May 1st and will…. hopefully…. have functioning hydro when I get there.  I have never SEEN so many restrictive covenants in my life.

No BBQs allowed, not that I mind that much.  It’s one of the few things I’ll miss about home ownership, and I never did any of the work anyway.

On to the next nightmare…..

 

Beeyutiful day

It’s absolutely gorgeous out, but a little on the cold side.  I am in a good mood for the first time in ages.  There’s a party coming up, and I have to pack, and I have received my bonus cheque, and it’s really sunny, and we MAY just have licked the bedbug situation, but only if Katie STAYS HOME for the next month.  Te he.  There’s a way to get her to come home at night.

It makes me sad to say it, but Paul and I are evicting Dr. Filk.  We both asked him to clean up his living space preparatory to the sale of the house, and his response to both of us was a polite, “No, thanks”.  Since we aren’t going to be getting the full sale price unless the downstairs is at least tidy, we regretfully gave him his notice yesterday for May 1st.  This is dreadful family news and shows that Paul and I are cruel, nasty people with no consideration, and that all we care about is money, and that we have no sense of fine family feeling or any clue about how truly upright and moral people live.  Since everybody in the known universe with the exception of my mother and a couple of close friends thinks I’m self-centered and crazy, what’s a little more fuel for the fire?  C’est la vie.

Grey day

There’s high overcast and ground fog, so it’s a bleary kind of day.  I’m just as happy not to be going to work.  Heather will be over later for more cleaning.  Katie was here last night.  My mum appears to have gotten home okay.  You certainly spend less time travelling when you take the harbour flight.

Yrch.

Darned inertnests – every time I turn around the access is dead again so I’m chipping away at blogging….  Anyway, I am currently locked out of the garage so I cannot get my gear for the sermon together – but the sermon itself is locked down.  One up, one down.  Mum’s here and had the benefit of one of Tom and Peggy’s salmon dinners (hey pop she ate two desserts, but she has a care package which may be of later interest).

The internet is still weird here….

I have gotten approval for my rental application and will be moving May 1st.  Since I hate commuting, it is up the hill from my work.  Keith, I think, was a little annoyed with me for my choice of location since he was hoping to stay in the neighbourhood, but since he did not respond positively to any discussions about moving in with me I was obliged to not include him in my plans.

It turns out that Katie’s in laws DO have bedbugs.  Paul and I bought poly wrapping and tape so they can keep their bedding clean after they wash it and Katie delivered it.  Apparently 15 of the little buggers came out of a pillow when it was put on the balcony to ‘chill’.   They don’t do so good in the cold.

I had bedbugs when I was a kid, and I remember the smell of the insecticide.  Brr.  When I saw the bitemarks on Katie – she always was the tenderest morsel of us lot – I just shook my head and made my pronouncement.  Then we went to the internet and found out that the line of bites they make is macabrely termed “Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner”. Pic is from a Creative Commons licensed site and taken by the site owner. Site here.
As far as we can tell, none of  them made it here, and if they did, oh well.  It’s a lot easier to spray in here now with all the crap in the garage, and there’s not a sausage in Katie’s room anymore, she’s long since hauled it all out to the garage.  I would have been bitten by now anyway, as it’s only about a ten foot crawl from her room to mine.

Sarah Michelle Gellar may play Harley Quinn in the new Batman.  I could more or less get next to that.

m0m will be turning up shortly.  Well, longly – she’s doing the harbour to harbour flight, which is awesome when the weather’s good and a bit urpy when not.  Keith’s out the door for Comicon (Paul will be leaving for Seattle with him straight from work).

Heather detailed the bathroom yesterday, so things are pretty shiny clean in there.  My various excesses with respect to lack of sleep (and sleep interruptions, details of which I will politely not enumerate ;P) caught up with me and I slept about 12 hours yesterday.  Now it’s 6:23 and I’m ready for further punishment.