| Tuesday, October 23, 2007 |
| Like Death Warmed Over... or Scrambled Eggs |
Bella and Socially Inept, this post is dedicated to you both. Because of your persistent, unwavering and relentless (though justified) nagging, the universe answered your pleas for an intervention. Whether the source of the intervention was angelic, demonic or other, I leave it to you to decide.
After a wonderful dinner at excellent Argentine restaurant Buenos Aires on the lower East Side (courtesy of Bella, thank you!!), I arrived home late Friday night to discover an unwelcome memo. Building management was springing a surprise visit to all apartments on Monday and Tuesday for the purposes of pest control. Apparently, numerous reports of mice had been called in to the building agent’s office. Given that this was Friday, and the inspections were to be Mon/Tues, I have no doubt that many residents were unhappy or likely to be unhappy. Not so much about the pest control -- which, though distasteful, is necessary -- but the fact that we were given such short notice. Many of the people who live in my building have weekend homes, and undoubtedly, they would have been unaware of the impending exterminator’s visit because they would’ve gone straight from their offices to their weekend getaways, then discovered the memo when they arrived home Sun/Mon.
I am convinced, Bella and SI, that you arranged this extermination event in order to force me to clean, organize and toss, things you’ve exhorted me to do for ages and ages. Congratulations, you succeeded. On Sunday morning, after an entire Saturday of cleaning instead of being in the office like I’d planned, I ached like I’ve never ached before, and my legs were like limp noodles. I don’t know what my shoulders and back were telling me as the whines had become so much background noise, but I can tell you that my feet were screaming bloody murder.
Mum and I took a welcome break on Sunday afternoon to go see the beautiful, incredible and awesome Lipizzaner horses at Madison Square Garden (http://www.lipizzaner.com/), right across the street from my old office. Aside from the toddlers talking and kicking our seats throughout the show, we really enjoyed the performances. The arena was small, but we had good seats and were able to see very clearly.
After that, Mum and decided to try the restaurant in the cellar of Macy’s. We’d seen it in passing throughout the years but hadn’t ever gone in. The food turned out to be all right and the prices about average, but I don’t think we’ll be returning.
And then, it was back to the grind after an interminable delay in the subway. Mum toiled till about 02:30, and I stayed up all night, finally taking a quick nap around 10:00 Monday. After 20-minutes, my legs no longer felt like the deflated balloons of Sunday morning.. More like deadweight… with an additional ton or 2. Moving was an agony; my feet wanted to secede from the rest of me. I’m convinced they would’ve tried and succeeded were it not for the pesky ties of tendons, ligaments and bones, not to mention flesh and blood linking us. My hands are also chapped dry due to the constant handwashing.
Over 3 days, we’d finally done our laundry and gotten rid of 2 air conditioners, a gazillion old magazines and newspapers (and some books) and loose paper, as well as shredded and removed another gazillion tons of confidential paperwork (yes, of course, we separated the recyclables). We were nice and removed all of these ourselves, placing them outside the basement door with the other refuse, rather than bringing them to the trash and recyclables area of our basement for the porter to lug outside. Naturally, the exterminators didn’t come.
So now it’s Tuesday, 13:00, and still no exterminators. I’ve taken 2 days off work that I can’t afford, but the end result, even if the damned super and pest control folks don’t show up again, is that me and Mum were forced to do what we should have done long ago. So, Bella and SI, while there is now visible floor space in my room thanks to your insidious and powerful efforts, my tortured body is trying to come up with a means of evening the pain and sharing it with you. *cue eerie music* |
posted by Cheshire Cat @ 10/23/2007 12:55:00 pm   |
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U-Haul's motto is "An adventure in moving," but they aren't promising it is going to be a pleasant one...
So long Mickey mouse!!!
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All my very best to you and yours in 2008 Tea!
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Hi T&B,
I got your message via the fairscape blog. Please see these announcements:
May 31, 2007 and Sep 26, 2008.
You can contact me more directly via the persistentfool blog.
May you have a clean and well-scheduled new year.
-Steve
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U-Haul's motto is "An adventure in moving," but they aren't promising it is going to be a pleasant one...
So long Mickey mouse!!!