The Hard Work

We built a lot yesterday. I thought we'd start today, seeing as it was evening by the time everything got upstairs, but most of it could be done quietly. Most of it... But not the bookcase. Boyfriend broke out the hammer for that. At half past eleven pm. Yes, we got a call kindly asking us to take a look outside and notice that it was nighttime and people might be asleep. It was ther last thing we built. I loaded it full of books and we went to sleep.
 
So we didn't start building right away today. First, I did the dishes by hand while the dishwashing machine chugged away at part of the heap that was dishwasher safe. We finished the kitchen-trolley thing we bought last night, so I had room to put it once it was dry. It was sunny, so I opened the window and left my dry dishes in the sun.

Then I offered to try and see if the baking sheets could be cleaned. I gave it my best, but it was me against a few years of dirt. I took a shot at the oven, too, but there's only so much you can do with water and dishwashing soap. At some point, I'll try again with a paste of baking soda and water, but probably not today.

We had some lunch and decided to take a siesta. It started raining quite badly, which meant the roof was leaky, but Boyfriend had put down a container for that, so no worries. At least, no worries until Boyfriend leapt from bed cursing. He had left the room last, so he blamed himself for the worryingly large puddle of water creeping over the floor where I'd left the window open. We mopped up the mess, dried off what had gotten wet and my clean things are waiting to be washed all over again as we speak.

Then the red couch that has been getting on Boyfriend and my collective tits got disposed of. No one wanted it anymore, it was broken and it was just sitting obnoxiously in the living room, taking up the space of a bookcase and the new sofa. Boyfriend even broke it into smaller pieces. To break them off, he jumped on them with what I suspect was a sadistic glee. To say it in his words: he 'killed the couch, finally, after all these years!' Ding-dong, the couch is dead. No one's mourning. The couch is dead, long live the new klippan sofa!

What's also dead is the space underneath the couch. The thing weighed half a ton with ease and was L-shaped. You couldn't really move it to clean under it if no one had the decency to remove the bathroom wall first. We found a bottle of water, nerf gun darts and a stress ball underneath there. No one had noticed, and if they had, they'd forgotten about it. And of course, there's dust bunnies there. Dust bunnies so impressive, they've gone feral. Boyfriend is cleaning them up while I'm typing.

Later, there shall be the construction of a new couch. And probably the last two bookcases, which I shall fill with my babies. And some rearranging of furniture, so we can walk in our cozy little apartment without tripping over stuff.

And, yes, I'll do the dishes again. Soon.