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which_chick) wrote2005-03-02 07:30 pm
which_chick) wrote2005-03-02 07:30 pm
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Today we hung ceiling fans. I dropped the screws a lot. I got to do the last one mostly by myself and it worked and the lights lit and everything, so I was happy.
We also started to clean out the mess in the back at 321. The apartment had been continuously occupied (no renovation) from when I was in high school onward until about a week or so ago, so it would have had some wear and tear no matter what. Even so, it's pretty worn and torn. Roy took pictures. Today we took a leaf rake and raked up all the trash the tenants left behind in the apartment. (What kind of trash? Soiled baby diapers, plastic toys, dirty clothing, lots of beer cans, leftover cardboard boxes, christmas lights, a huge aquarium, a dead vacuum cleaner, falling-apart romance novels, trashed kids books, spoiled food, a bed frame, a comforter, a baby pillow (the kind that looks like a toilet seat), several afghans, a sneaker, a stack of newspapers, two nice big Rubbermaid trash cans...) We made two trips in the smallish truck and we aren't done, but we have made a good start.
Today's helpful hint for maintaining a respectable public image with an absolute minimum of effort: Only poor white trash leaves behind soiled baby diapers on the floor of the apartment when it moves out. Don't do that. When preparing to leave an apartment in the dark of night to avoid paying the two months of back rent that you owe, take your dirty baby diapers and throw them in one of the many trashbags you were also planning to leave behind and then toss the lot in the dumpster on your way out. The respectability you get from this simple act is ample reward for the minimal amount of work involved.
We also started to clean out the mess in the back at 321. The apartment had been continuously occupied (no renovation) from when I was in high school onward until about a week or so ago, so it would have had some wear and tear no matter what. Even so, it's pretty worn and torn. Roy took pictures. Today we took a leaf rake and raked up all the trash the tenants left behind in the apartment. (What kind of trash? Soiled baby diapers, plastic toys, dirty clothing, lots of beer cans, leftover cardboard boxes, christmas lights, a huge aquarium, a dead vacuum cleaner, falling-apart romance novels, trashed kids books, spoiled food, a bed frame, a comforter, a baby pillow (the kind that looks like a toilet seat), several afghans, a sneaker, a stack of newspapers, two nice big Rubbermaid trash cans...) We made two trips in the smallish truck and we aren't done, but we have made a good start.
Today's helpful hint for maintaining a respectable public image with an absolute minimum of effort: Only poor white trash leaves behind soiled baby diapers on the floor of the apartment when it moves out. Don't do that. When preparing to leave an apartment in the dark of night to avoid paying the two months of back rent that you owe, take your dirty baby diapers and throw them in one of the many trashbags you were also planning to leave behind and then toss the lot in the dumpster on your way out. The respectability you get from this simple act is ample reward for the minimal amount of work involved.
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I helped put up a couple of 'em at my parents' new place. My dad insisted on doing a lot of the ladder work, because he's convinced that I can make a screw cross-thread by looking cross-eyed at it. After dropping screws on my head for the ninth or tenth time in a row, he gave up and let me take over. Whee!
Once you've figured out the instructions, it's like an enormous tinker-toy set. That could electrocute you if you cross the wrong wire with the power switched on.
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I wasn't aware that ceiling fans gave you a choice on the blade color, but the ones we did offered two wood-tone choices.