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I need to weed the deck.
Sep. 15th, 2012 06:44 pmNo, really. It's a variation on concrete tiles and they're covered in moss (which is nice) and weeds (including one known colloquially as 'Stinky Bob' because it smells when bruised by, say, stepping on it).
The North Van place is coming together; we bought cheap Ikea end tables today so we're not propping the speakers on the back of the love seat anymore, and a lamp for the living room. We're down to a dresser for me (which can wait until I'm up for more than five or six days at a stretch), at least another bookcase, a seats-three couch (which can wait until we have the money for it; there's one at Ikea we both like), and some variation on an entertainment system for watching movies and streaming Lions and Canucks games.
Well, and a microwave, but turns out the only thing one can't fake with some patience and the stove is warming up a heatpack. Go figure.
There is so much more art on the walls here, it's surreal. I'm not usually much of a one for wall art unless you can put tealights in it*, but this is kind of neat.
Now I just need to figure out how to extract myself from the loveseat (the husband's asleep on it, I'm propped in the space behind his knees with my legs draped up towards his torso) without making both of us yelp.
*: I bet some of you think I'm kidding.
The North Van place is coming together; we bought cheap Ikea end tables today so we're not propping the speakers on the back of the love seat anymore, and a lamp for the living room. We're down to a dresser for me (which can wait until I'm up for more than five or six days at a stretch), at least another bookcase, a seats-three couch (which can wait until we have the money for it; there's one at Ikea we both like), and some variation on an entertainment system for watching movies and streaming Lions and Canucks games.
Well, and a microwave, but turns out the only thing one can't fake with some patience and the stove is warming up a heatpack. Go figure.
There is so much more art on the walls here, it's surreal. I'm not usually much of a one for wall art unless you can put tealights in it*, but this is kind of neat.
Now I just need to figure out how to extract myself from the loveseat (the husband's asleep on it, I'm propped in the space behind his knees with my legs draped up towards his torso) without making both of us yelp.
*: I bet some of you think I'm kidding.
