I Just Don't Have the Words

It takes a pretty strong woman secure in her own sense of domestic capabilities to admit this.


But, yes, this was the state of my kitchen floor at the apartment.

I had gotten so used to the gradual graying of  my white linoleum, that I didn't even realize it was that dirty.

I did mop.  NukeBoy could attest to that. But I guess I was just adding another layer of waxy grime every time I did.

Two and a half hours later, at 10:30 PM last night, with very sore knees, back, and arms, I had a sparkling white kitchen floor again. I actually did burn a layer of healthy pink lung tissue with the industrial strength "professionals only" grade floor cleaner, and I'll have clear sinuses for the rest of my life, but you can eat off this floor now.

It's just too bad it's for the benefit of the next tenant.

Yankee Doodle Dandy,

-TYG

Saying Goodbye

This is one sad apartment and one monumental day. I've spent six and half wonderful years at this place. Now there's just a lonely air mattress and one lamp on the floor in the bedroom. Goodbye bedroom.

A tiny loveseat and a hand full of cat furniture. Goodbye living room.

My morning heron and huge pond turtles. I may even miss the geese. Well, maybe not that much. Goodbye heron!

Quintin enjoys a last look of his beautiful view along with his mama. We're going to miss you terribly, View!

We're moving on to better things and bigger rooms, and stairs. Glorious stairs! What fun the boys will have running all over three floors! Well, maybe not right away.

Emptying my apartment and stuffing it into an already crowded house = Sanford and Son.

Yankee Doodle Dandy,

-TYG

Only 16 Days

I only have to live with this for 16 days.

I just wish I didn't have to live with it every weekend, too, up until the day I move in.

This is why we have fruit flies and ants all over the house.

After leaving the kitchen rendered useless for other roommates to use for days, he proceeded to run in and out of the house all weekend, go food shopping and play tennis while WATCHING me pick up his mess. It took me two hours to scrub the grime that one week's worth of use created.

This is why my kitchen appliances are hidden from view. He doesn't know what cooking spray or foil is used for in order to not destroy pots and pans. Rinsing? Why would he do that when he can leave it on the counter to harden really good for three days.

Please ignore the fact that I have circa 1975 faux-red-brick linoleum and beige appliances.

I just don't understand how anyone can not see or hear Cheerios falling to the floor, step on them, and not pick them up. Not only in the kitchen, but leave a trail through the hall, up the stairs, and into their bedroom. 

Sixteen days.  Then I can have my kitchen back....maybe.  I might not want it after all this.

Yankee Doodle Dandy,

-TYG