Rained off - Tactical Ninja
Jan. 14th, 2013
09:56 am - Rained off
You know how when you have a cross-chest shoulder bag, it makes your skirt rotate? No? Maybe that's just me. Anyway, this morning on the way to work I achieved 1.5 full rotations, and arrived at work with my skirt on backwards. This in lieu of adjusting myself every 5 seconds to keep it straight. Because I'm that classy.
The first thing I did when I got here was sort leave for the conference in April. The conversation went like this:
Me: I'm about to apply for leave because I did something rash over the weekend.
Him: Oh yes, book some plane tickets did you?
Me: Um, yes. In April.
Him: *smartarse tone* Very well then, I'll consider it.
Me: You realise that if I can't go, then you'll have to, right?
I also told him what the conference was, because I have that kind of relationship with my boss. He wasn't fazed in the slightest - he knows my field already so there were no surprises. Reason number 375 for sticking with this job.
Today's post was going to be a sheep one. I had half a dozen lambs to shear on Sunday, and a ewe to show-groom. I've never done show grooming for sheep before, but this client has bad OOS in her wrists and can't hold the sheep so she gets me to do all sorts of stuff to them. She would tell me what to do and I'd be her robotic arms, and there would be before and after photos.
Instead, it rained. For those unfamiliar with all things sheepy, rain means no shearing - partly because wet wool heats up and goes yellow if you pack it (It can actually smoulder and has been known to burn down woolsheds), partly because wet sheep give me boils, and partly because my handpiece is electric and I've no desire to die. But anyway, there was no shearing. Instead there was cleaning.
When I clean the house I want it to be clean enough so I feel good in it for at least a week. Here's what I did:
Dusted all surfaces, wiped windowsills, walls, skirting boards. Cleaned kitchen, inside and outside cupboards and drawers, fridge, microwave, pulled apart espresso machine and cleaned it, wiped the top of range hood, scrubbed floor, cleaned washing machine, bath, shower, toilets, mirrors, sinks and floors in bathroom and laundry, deadheaded plants and watered all, scrubbed balcony floor, changed sheets on bed, vacuuming. Well actually Dr Wheel did some of this to be fair but that's the list.
Basically the only thing I didn't do that I could think of was cleaning the windows. This is because I hate cleaning windows and only do it if nobody else will, and even then under duress.
Anyway, sometimes I read on my friends list about people who 'deep clean' their houses, and it sounds fancy and Better Housekeeping-ey. What is it? What does it involve? Should I be doing it? That list up there is pretty much what I do every time. My version of A Lick And A Promise (as my Mum used to call it) is vacuuming and cleaning the loos, and that happens whenever I feel it's needed. And when I read about people deep cleaning their houses, I wonder if I'm missing something because it sounds so.. cleanly.
Anyway, I got to muck about with plants. Vis:
This is the bit by our front door. If you look carefully you can see the Porno Gnome reclining under the pelargonium (he needs painting but I'm not sure what colour to make him). That big fern is a silver fern, you know on all the kiwi sports uniforms? And I like having lots of greenery around the door. For those who don't know, we live in an apartment built on the roof of a historic building, so our outside is open to the air but we have no lawn. Pot gardens are all we get to do.
This is the balcony. The balcony gets direct light only from about 3pm, and it's almost a microclimate. I've tried (and killed) a lot of things trying to make this garden nice, and am now resorting mostly to ferns and houseplants because that's all that seem to grow there. I am amazed that the maidenhair is doing so well given the weirdarse setup.
Anyway, that's what I did with my weekend. I also discovered that you can carve polystyrene into shapes with a ceramic knife, and that it is possible to do this without messing up your just-cleaned house. But only if you close all the windows..
Meanwhile, last night I was highly entertained by Dr Wheel naked hooping to aid with indigestion. *hoop* *hoop* *belch* *tats cracks up* I am not really evil, but it was funny. *shameface*