Come back later maybe

Things have been chaotic, even on the best of days. Rest assured, there IS a fairy and there WILL be a post describing her. I will also describe (sorry) my deteriorating brainal health and my intense desire to trade lives with someone, anyone else. Even six months later, this has proven too much for me.

I will post when I am feeling better. That's not now, obviously. And probably you are wishing I had kept my mouth shut until I had something else to say besides, "I hate everything." I don't know what to say except please lord Jesus get me through Christmas and I will try to feel not like by New Years.

Gracias.

Kitchen during

(This is the post where you are supposed to praise me for my bravery and prowess. Or something).

I moved that inexplicable piece of furniture into the "other" room - not yet pictured because not even a camera will fit in there.

The result is something resembling "space".



Tomorrow - or later tonight depending on how much noise I am willing to risk - I will move even more crap around in Bob and Kate's wonderland of the grotesque.

I am happy. How are you?

Kitchen before

I started dealing with the upstairs kitchen today. Since this little slip of a room has not been used in many years, and since all those years ago its primary function was "dark room," I have to pick and paw through many bottles of toxic chemicals, all of which are contained in glass or plastic and are, in my opinion, more toxic than ever since they are at least twenty years old. Without further adjective, my kitchen:




And here is one of the cabinets filled with toxic agents:





And here is one of the inexplicably placed piece of what I am guessing is dining room furniture (it is filled with moth balls - open this thing and you will singe your eyeballs):



Here is one of the opposite counter top:



And the finale, the roach cemetery that is the sink:



Yes, I really do get to clean all this up. I have to work on this project as quietly as possible so as no to alert Bob and Kate that I might be throwing out something that belongs to them, even the corpses of their roaches; therefore, I have to empty out this space and box every worthless thing in it, find a way to store all the garbage, and then clean the hell out of the cabinets and counters and THEN put in a microwave, a toaster oven, and a dish drain all without them detecting my activities. None of these installations can be accomplished until Thanksgiving Day, when Bob and Kate will be out of the house (thank you Jesus) and I can get away with buying these things and bringing them home. (Note: if I buy so much as a Q-tip, they give me a hard time for wasting my money on Q-tips when they would have been happy to give me theirs. More on that issue later).

Love,

Aelalea