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Every day is a vacation. That's how it felt this morning. Bennett ran up to me with his shoes five times this morning - a clear sign if ever there was one that he wanted to play outside. Seeing as how it was dry and somewhat sunny, we went to the park. He stomped in puddles and tried to talk to the pony on the other side of the fence. Then we walked around town and he stared at the huge lorry full of trees. It was really free and fun and cheery. We wake up whenever we wake up, we have a loose schedule, we don't really have to be any where, and small town life encourages meandering and 'stopping by' for a chat and a cuppa. I feel like every day is a vacation.
Mold. We have a serious mold problem. Black mold. Creeping across our bedroom ceiling, up a corner of the living room wall, and behind Adam's desk in his office. In general, the mildew is growing apace around the windows. I am sure this is why I am sick again. It's so damp in our house that my sinuses aren't drying out and we all have coughs. In fact, it's so damp that our gas fireplace and our lighters won't light. It doesn't feel that damp, but it must be. We're trying to convince the landlady to cover the costs of a large dehumidifier. If she declines we will look into moving.
Singing. Of course the constant sinus baloney is ruining my singing voice. I have The Solo on Sunday and my voice is a mess. There are other solos, but apparently the opening verse to Once in Royal David's City opens to the whole shebang - I stand in the doorway, holding a candle and then the choir follows in behind me singing the second verse. It's a Thing. I don't care, but it's important to other people and I'd like to not suck.
Bennett attended church for the first time on Sunday. The church I sing at had a Christingle service. I don't understand the name, but it's a children's service. It was brief, only mildly obnoxious, with horrid "children's" hymns. The good part was that all the kids were given oranges with ribbons and candies stuck on them and a white candle in the middle. Then, the lights were turned out and the candles lit one by one. This orange is the Christingle, and Bennett LOVES his. He knows how to blow candles out so he was tickled to have his own. We light it every night before dinner. All the other kids ate their candies before the candles were even lit! But B had no idea what they were, so they're still on his orange! I figure he'll learn about sweets soon enough.
This town is small. The whole thing could fit inside of the neighborhood I used to live in. And Temescal had ten times as many people. And it's a small town in that we went to a party last night and met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
readthisandweep's neighbor. She was talking in vague terms about her neighbor and I knew who it was straight away. Her first response was, 'Oh you must be the American she was talking about!'
Work. I turned in draft one of my paper. I plan to turn in some more tomorrow. I think I am a tedious, redundant writer. I remind myself that this is the first set of drafts. More work is still to be done. But go me.
I think that about covers everything. Life isn't exciting here. Just really pleasant. And damp.
Mold. We have a serious mold problem. Black mold. Creeping across our bedroom ceiling, up a corner of the living room wall, and behind Adam's desk in his office. In general, the mildew is growing apace around the windows. I am sure this is why I am sick again. It's so damp in our house that my sinuses aren't drying out and we all have coughs. In fact, it's so damp that our gas fireplace and our lighters won't light. It doesn't feel that damp, but it must be. We're trying to convince the landlady to cover the costs of a large dehumidifier. If she declines we will look into moving.
Singing. Of course the constant sinus baloney is ruining my singing voice. I have The Solo on Sunday and my voice is a mess. There are other solos, but apparently the opening verse to Once in Royal David's City opens to the whole shebang - I stand in the doorway, holding a candle and then the choir follows in behind me singing the second verse. It's a Thing. I don't care, but it's important to other people and I'd like to not suck.
Bennett attended church for the first time on Sunday. The church I sing at had a Christingle service. I don't understand the name, but it's a children's service. It was brief, only mildly obnoxious, with horrid "children's" hymns. The good part was that all the kids were given oranges with ribbons and candies stuck on them and a white candle in the middle. Then, the lights were turned out and the candles lit one by one. This orange is the Christingle, and Bennett LOVES his. He knows how to blow candles out so he was tickled to have his own. We light it every night before dinner. All the other kids ate their candies before the candles were even lit! But B had no idea what they were, so they're still on his orange! I figure he'll learn about sweets soon enough.
This town is small. The whole thing could fit inside of the neighborhood I used to live in. And Temescal had ten times as many people. And it's a small town in that we went to a party last night and met
readthisandweep's neighbor. She was talking in vague terms about her neighbor and I knew who it was straight away. Her first response was, 'Oh you must be the American she was talking about!' Work. I turned in draft one of my paper. I plan to turn in some more tomorrow. I think I am a tedious, redundant writer. I remind myself that this is the first set of drafts. More work is still to be done. But go me.
I think that about covers everything. Life isn't exciting here. Just really pleasant. And damp.
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Pleasant is good. I'm pretty sure I'd take pleasant over exciting any day of the week (but that's just me).
Never heard of a Christingle before!
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i should know. my converted Victorian apartment was the same way in e-ville, and we bought one and it did not help. we moved in order to save me horrible sinus headaches. the dang thing is still in the basement at my "new" place...
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I'm not surprised though. On Samhain I did I reading for the rest of the year and moving came up. I thought maybe I had misread things.... turns out no. Adam dreamt of an apartment last night, so off we go to look for rentals today. At least we have a legitimate reason for breaking our lease.
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Good luck finding a good place then moving. Eventually, we will do the same thing- probably not until Fall, though, after I know how much financial aid I will have and what Obie's job situation is like...
I hate moving! Blerg!
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I'm glad things are pleasant otherwise and I hope to be able to say the same for myself someday....
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The moisture from the steam is the obvious culprit. Although I was pleased with myself for having introduced this eco~useful practice, the mold is gross so I've now stopped. It can't be bothered to do the watering cans at night & as I have a balcony, I don't actually use that much water.
I've cleaned off most of the goo with diluted bleach water & a good cleaning agent. So far, it hasn't come back.
The answer is ventilation. I now make sure that even though I empty the bath straight away, I also leave the window open overnight.
Small town is right! A was very excited! She doesn't get out much! (And would roar with laughter at that comment!)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christingle
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Mr. Doom'n'Gloom
The Evil Inbred Landlady refused to deal with it, telling them that if they kept the heating on all the time, the damp would go away. When they pointed out the cost of doing that she replied that that was why the rent was so low.
Moving out became a problem because a clause in their contract that obliged them to either find replacement tenants or continue paying rent on the place up until the end of their contract.
I wish you better luck with your landlady.
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I remember making Christingles at school. If I remember correctly, the orange was the world, the lit candle signified the light of the word, the ribbon was Christ's blood binding us all together and the 4 cocktail sticks represented the 4 corners of the earth... I can't for the life of me remember what the candy meant. I'll go have a look at the wiki.
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We already have to leads on houses. One of which, surprise surprise is 195 pounds cheaper than what we're paying. So..... we may be getting ripped off.
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