Nov. 28th, 2013 02:22 pm
Turkey and beeswax
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muckefuckTurkey's a roasting, wine is chambrering, and I still haven't come up with a theme cocktail. The Old Man wants me to use the whiskey barrel bitters, but they go best with American whiskey and only one of the guests is a bourbon drinker. Guess I'll pull something out of my ass, maybe with rye.
This was our first go at giving the upstairs a good cleaning since we hired the ladies. This is their scheduled day, but we asked them to skip it. I don't know if![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu has informed them yet that we're letting them go at the end of the year since it'll cease to be an expense we can justify once he's home seven days a week. I suspect not. It's been a tremendous luxury and I'm glad we did it all these years, but it actually felt good to get in there ourselves and do a more thorough job than you can expect from hired help. For once, the ceiling is actually free of cobwebs! And we cleared all the furniture out of the front room and turned the carpet so hopefully those awful creases will work themselves out. (Wish I could say the same about the urine bleaching, but...love you kitty mean it!)
It's a very small crowd today: just Nuphy and Mr Brown. I'm looking forward to reuniting the ex-professor with the German-language materials he lent us to show to our neighbours half a year ago and which then went missing in a previous bout of cleaning. If only I could get him to take our "wedding china" as well, but he insists he has no need for it. I'm sure he's right, but still it physically pains me to go to his house and see him eating out of the same crockery I fixed ramen noodles in as an undergraduate. Who would've guessed that ultimately the impetus behind all our entertaining was me?
This was our first go at giving the upstairs a good cleaning since we hired the ladies. This is their scheduled day, but we asked them to skip it. I don't know if
monshu has informed them yet that we're letting them go at the end of the year since it'll cease to be an expense we can justify once he's home seven days a week. I suspect not. It's been a tremendous luxury and I'm glad we did it all these years, but it actually felt good to get in there ourselves and do a more thorough job than you can expect from hired help. For once, the ceiling is actually free of cobwebs! And we cleared all the furniture out of the front room and turned the carpet so hopefully those awful creases will work themselves out. (Wish I could say the same about the urine bleaching, but...love you kitty mean it!)It's a very small crowd today: just Nuphy and Mr Brown. I'm looking forward to reuniting the ex-professor with the German-language materials he lent us to show to our neighbours half a year ago and which then went missing in a previous bout of cleaning. If only I could get him to take our "wedding china" as well, but he insists he has no need for it. I'm sure he's right, but still it physically pains me to go to his house and see him eating out of the same crockery I fixed ramen noodles in as an undergraduate. Who would've guessed that ultimately the impetus behind all our entertaining was me?
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