Coming up for air again

[muckefuck]

The schedule was supposed to be:

Thursday: Hauling and organising.
Friday: Painting and sorting.
Saturday: Touch-ups and cleaning.
Sunday: Staging and celebration.

But that schedule has predictably slipped. I still have more touch-ups to do and the cleaners did a less thorough job than expected, so I'll have to don my frilly apron and bust dust myself. On top of all that, I ended up having to toss half-sorted materials into a box in advance of the ceiling painter, so those will either have to be (a) hidden for every showing or (b) pulled out and gone through properly.

I might've been further along without so many breaks; on the other hand, I might've been in the same place and just more frazzled. God only knows where I'd be without monshu at my elbow to haul futons to the garbage and scour hardware stores for replacement fixtures. Kudos to bunj and e. for seeing to it that I had a real fourth--complete with barbecued pork, jello, and hooligans blowing shit up in the alley.

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[lifeandstuff.livejournal.com]

This brings up painful memories. Even though I just moved (and thus have cause to complain myself as I sort through boxes trying to find underwear), staging a house is really hard. The whole buying and selling process is one reason I'm a bit slower to buy than I should be (although not the main one).