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Imponderables

100_1561Things that make you go hmmm

As you may have heard, the hubby and I have been living overseas for the past five years. During that time, we kept our house in Virginia and rented it out to four different families. Now back in the States, we have been pleasantly surprised to find how well the string of tenants have taken care of our home.

Five years is a long time, though, so some general sprucing up is called for before we move back in. Fresh paint on the walls, new flooring on the lower level, deep cleaning throughout.

To get ready for the painters, the hubby and I had to remove all of the switch plates and outlet covers. Today, I washed all the covers from the upper floor. Just for outlets, there were 33 covers. That translates to 70–SEVENTY–individual outlets. On the upper level only. I didn’t get to the pile from downstairs.

So can someone please tell me why I can never find a place to plug in the vacuum cleaner?

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2013 in Observations, Six Word Saturday, True Life

 

Can you hear me now?

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Months ago, the hubby and I made a pact that when we returned to the States and got smart phones, we would not use them while eating. We’d seen couples, and even entire families, sitting around the table in a pub, fish and chips growing cold and soggy on their plates, completely ignoring each other as they scanned sports scores, checked emails, and texted friends. We vowed that as a couple, we would not let technology undermine common mealtime etiquette or rob us of civilized dinner conversation.

As discouraged as we are at the way smart phones seem to be encapsulating individuals in their own private bubbles, tonight we were privy to a most annoying alternative.

The couple seated behind us in Applebee’s placed their order, then whipped out a single iPhone, on which they proceeded to watch a movie. Seated on opposite sides of the table. At full volume. Competing with the restaurant’s satellite music channel, the bartender using her decidedly non-inside voice to explain the computerized ordering system to a trainee, and the screaming toddler banging her mother’s cutlery on the table all the way across the restaurant.

I’m sorry. If you want to watch a movie while you eat, call ahead for Carside-To-Go and enjoy your meal in front of your big screen AT HOME. Because I did not come here to listen to your movie.

I wanted a relaxing dinner. I wanted to spend some quality time with the hubby. I wanted to talk to him. And hear his responses.

We couldn’t have held a conversation if we’d tried. Maybe we should have used the time to check our email.

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2013 in How It Is, Observations, What's She On About?

 

So many memories

100_187350 things I’ll miss about England

With only 12 days left on our tour in England, I’ve been thinking a lot about all the things I’ll miss when we go back to the States…

  • rainbows
  • free medical care via the NHS
  • sheep
  • fields divided by hedgerows and stone walls
  • chicken and mushroom pie at Puddingface
  • sticky toffee pudding
  • dogs in pubs
  • long walks along rural roads
  • antique fairs
  • Bargain Hunt
  • 300+ year old cottages, stately homes, and everything in between
  • passing horses on the road
  • the multitude of English accents (and Welsh, and Irish, and Scottish)
  • English gardens (not mine specifically, but in general)
  • not being rushed through dinner when eating out
  • bacon rolls
  • chip and pin cards
  • rest areas on the motorways
  • British humor
  • fortnightly auctions
  • postcodes
  • Stella
  • British potatoes (new potatoes, jacket potatoes, chips, mash, you name it)
  • pedestrianized town centres
  • the preservation of old properties (rarely is a building torn down–it is repurposed)
  • the way Brits sniff when anything less than 150 years old is billed as antique
  • courteous drivers
  • high vis clothing
  • endless miles of public footpaths
  • tomato and basil soup
  • Treasure Trails
  • canal boats
  • rainy Sunday afternoons
  • our conservatory
  • the expectation that you will stop work for tea breaks, morning and afternoon
  • the reserved but friendly nature of the natives
  • leaving the door wide open while unloading groceries from the car (bugs come in through the screenless windows anyway, so what’s a few more through the door?)
  • no cell phone use while driving
  • BBC period dramas Downton Abbey, The Paradise, and Call the Midwife
  • Monday night church bell practice
  • the alternating smells of roasting coffee beans, bread, burning coal, and manure that waft by our house
  • finding fossils every time I pull weeds
  • bright yellow rapeseed fields
  • wood pigeons singing down my chimney
  • the fact that the entire country looks like a picture postcard
  • gurgling radiators
  • Wellies
  • charity shops
  • B&Bs
  • mushrooms on every menu
 
 

Mi mi mi mi miiiii…

Well, the fat lady is warming up… This end of the big move is almost over! Packers finished up today, although it was looking questionable for a while.

100_9468One major sticking point, literally, was our queen-size box spring. I couldn’t remember how the moving-in crew got it up the stairs and through the narrow hallway to the master bedroom, so had no good advice for its removal. Obviously, it’s not bendy, and four professionals spent half an hour trying to flex it around a bannister to get it downstairs. In the end, all it needed was to be unwrapped from the protective, but bulky, paper bag they’d encased it in, and voila! Down it went!

100_9465There was another small crisis when the guys realized that the five crates they brought today weren’t sufficient to hold everything (guess they didn’t judge very well how much fit into the four they brought yesterday compared to what was still left to be loaded). Luckily, the truck had a bit of spare room behind the last crate where they could stash the sofa and some other bulky items for which they will build a special half-size crate once they arrive back at the depot.

I had to ask if shipping crates are a standard size around the world, or if these were smaller than what we might have used in the past. The question was prompted by the fact that are leaving here with nine-and-a-half crates, yet we arrived with just five. We did not accumulate that much extra stuff at the auctions, and we jettisoned a dining room table and six chairs, so I chalk it up to the fact that Japanese packers are more efficient users of space than British. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 🙂

100_9472There’ll be no rest for the weary tomorrow–there’s nothing like a move to reveal one’s lack of attention to thorough housekeeping. The breeze from the open windows is blowing dust bunnies around like tumbleweeds. Carcasses of small insects suspended in cobwebs have been revealed in every corner that was previously blocked by a piece of furniture. Tomorrow will be dedicated to removing all evidence of my lackadaisical cleaning habits.

 

We are waiting…

101_8630Dear Royal Baby,

We are not amused.

Your tardiness is infringing on our royal summer holiday. Our bags are packed, and we are most anxious to depart for Balmoral. We fear we would appear cold and uncaring if we were to leave for Scotland before your birth–the press were scandalized enough by our joking (mostly) comment today that we did not mind whether you were a boy or a girl, just so long as you arrived soon.

Besides, it would be damned inconvenient to drive eight and a half hours up the M6 just to find out that you had finally appeared, and that we were expected to rush back to Paddington for the requisite oohing and ahhing. In actual fact, we would be most content to meet you privately when you travel with your parents to visit Balmoral later in the summer.

We are hot, we are sweaty, and we are getting cranky. We long for the cool, green hills of Scotland so that we might escape the hottest London summer in seven years. You are urged, most respectfully, to hurry the hell up.

I have the honour to be (someday),
Your loving great-grandmother,
HM Queen Elizabeth II

At the risk of upsetting Her Majesty, I am secretly hoping the baby holds out for eight more days…then I can say I share my birthday with the future British monarch!

 
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Saturday night leftovers

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The sun’s been shining for two solid weeks here in England, temperatures are soaring into the 80s during the day, and there are bodies everywhere. Before we moved here, I heard from more than one source that whenever the sun came out, Brits were so grateful that they would pull over on the side of the road, strip down, and throw themselves on any available horizontal surface to soak up some rays. While it’s not quite that extreme, from our vantage point in the blessedly air-conditioned pod of the London Eye, we could see that Jubilee Gardens was covered in ghostly pale limbs seeking an alternative to the perennial spray tan.

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“Honey, I’m home! Just in case you didn’t hear me pull up in the John Deere…” This is not the first time I’ve seen this tractor with some kind of wicked-looking implement attached to the back parked in the drive. I can’t imagine commuting daily in a tractor, and the yard doesn’t appear large enough to require this kind of equipment, so I admit this is a puzzle to me. But these puzzles are part of what make my daily walks so enjoyable!

HPIM2425I have been known to collect “projects” at our fortnightly local auction house. You know, those items that require a bit of creative vision and a lot of effort to be usable and/or aesthetically pleasing. I’ve got rusty cast iron (a bell, a fence finial, a lantern) that needs to be sanded and repainted. I have an unfinished, water-stained wooden chair that needs sanding and some linseed oil. There are four balloon back chairs that need to be reupholstered. I bought a hideously bright blue and green set of drawers that need a toned-down paint job. Everything else needs a thorough cleaning to remove the cobwebs and bird poop that accumulated while the pieces were waiting in the barn for their day in the saleroom. I DID NOT buy this eviscerated Victorian nursing chair to add to the list. 🙂

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I applaud London for its efforts to keep the city clean. Tourists and residents alike are pleased. People have jobs. It’s a win-win situation. But I have two questions. One, why are you sweeping already clean sidewalks when one block over candy wrappers and cigarette butts are stacking up like cordwood? And two, why are you pushing that big-ass sweeper through Saturday afternoon crowds; why not clean in the early morning or late night?

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And finally, this T-shirt, spied in the market on London’s Portobello Road, has a message we might all want to consider…

Trying something new this week…instead of Six-word Saturday, I thought I’d showcase some snippets from my week that were worth a mention but not necessarily a full post of their own.

 

 

I’ve got sunshine on my shoulders

101_9060I’ve got sunshine on my shoulders

The cold, wet misery of the April 2012 to April 2013 British weather is becoming a distant memory, pushed away by several weeks of limited amounts of rain, warming temperatures (this is all relative…60° is definitely warmer than 40°, but does not inspire me to give up my sweaters), and lately, brilliant sun. So much sun, in fact, that despite vigilant use of sunblock on our last two weekends’ outings, I have tan lines! Granted, the tanned parts are only the backs of my hands and the back of my neck–even though the last two days neared 80°, memories of the cold and damp aren’t yet buried that deep, and I’m still leery of leaving the house in short sleeves. 🙂