kshandra: Cartoon: Garfield face-down in his cat bed, a single Z in a word balloon over his head (Z)
Every once in a while, something actually goes right.

As the few of you who have been to either iteration of Offhand Manor are aware of, [personal profile] gridlore and I have had a futon in our living room for a number of years. The cushion was a hand-me-over from somewhere, and has never been comfortable enough to actually use as a couch. It was moderately better as a sleeping surface - [livejournal.com profile] blueashke or [livejournal.com profile] eleri can correct me on that if I'm wrong - but the padding wasn't thick enough to keep one's legs from hitting the frame and cutting off circulation. We've made it work, sort of, with stacks of other blankets, sleeping bags, and the cushion from Doug's late, lamented papasan chair, but that really only made half of it tolerable.

But, of course, we're Broke™, so actually investing in a new cushion was nowhere near our priority list. I've been periodically checking Craigslist for decent looking ones, and hit paydirt yesterday. It was only a year old, largely unused in a spare room, and the original owner had kept it in a mattress protector the entire time, so it was in immaculate condition when I arrived. He helped me load it into the back of the truck (he had a set of these that I am GOING to get for myself, because they made it so much easier!), I rolled home, and Doug and I managed to Tetris it into the living room.

The new cushion is so thick it almost didn't fold in the middle to fit on the frame. (This was not helped by the fact that we dropped it on top of the old cushion; we'll wrangle it better this weekend.) It also landed tag-side-up, despite our best efforts when pulling it out of the truckbed, but this at least meant I could check the manufacturer's info.

Some searching this morning, and it seems that I managed to score one of these. Manufactured within 200 miles of my home, in March of 2014.

For FORTY BUCKS.

I'm gonna be spending a lot more time sitting on the couch with Doug, now...
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This morning we had an 8:30 conference with [personal profile] gridlore's treatment team - the supervising MD, and representatives from the PT, OT, speech therapy, and nursing staff. They were all in agreement that his recovery has been stellar, and that everything is on track for his discharge on Tuesday. When asked his opinion, Doug said that he was ready to come home now, but does believe that he will benefit from a couple more days of dedicated rehab. As we're still trying to get everything settled on this end, it's just as well.

After the conference, Doug took his mother and me on a quick tour of the ward, and we sat with him in his room until it was time for his next therapy session. From there, she followed me back to the apartment to help clean the living room, so Doug has a place to sit once he's home again. I told her before we left the facility that I was feeling particularly fragile about the state of the house, and the first words out of her mouth were "I'm not going to judge you; I just want to help." (I still didn't let her see the bedroom.)

Since she left, I put in an online grocery order to be delivered on Sunday (so it doesn't conflict with tomorrow's work), and have been working away at the bedroom to the best of my ability. I've been trying to follow the 20/10 method, but it's probably been more like 30/60. Even at that, I've managed to pull together a truly frightening amount of laundry; a generous contribution from one of Doug's Traveller Mailing List acquaintances means I'll be able to send it out to be washed, so that's one less thing on my plate. (Then I just need to figure out where to PUT it all when it comes back...that's the one major problem with this apartment, a complete lack of storage space.)

I don't think the bedroom's going to be in the state I truly wanted it to be by the time people start showing up tomorrow, but I'll at least have all the trash off the floor, and people ought to be able to move around. For now, though, I really ought to eat more than the scant handful of calories I've put in my body so far today.
kshandra: Rich Uncle Pennybags, pockets turned out and palms upturned, over a background of Monopoly money (Broke)
Any of my local friends have a spare TV set? [personal profile] gridlore and I were planning to upgrade to a flatscreen with our tax refund after the first of the year...and then our set stopped working on Sunday. (Just in time for the post-season. :-P) I'll buy one this weekend after I get paid if I have to, but money is tight enough right now that I'd REALLY rather not.

My friends are smarter than I am. Someone on Facebook suggested Craigslist; I found an ad that was literally less than ten minutes old for a 30" flatscreen for under $100. My boss offered to front me the cash until Friday, so I'm going to pick it up after work. (It's still plugged in and hooked up to the current owner's cable, so I can confirm I'm not buying an oven door.)

WANTED:

Apr. 24th, 2008 02:53 pm
kshandra: Text: "I should perhaps be disturbed by the MASSIVE NEED I have for approval of strangers on the Internet." (San Jose)
Weak Minds Strong Backs.

Showing their usual sense of timing and consideration, the landlords showed up yesterday to inform all the tenants that anything other than cars that was still in the garage after 4/30/08 would be thrown out, preparatory to rebuilding and assigning the alleged storage units that have been completely useless in the five years we've lived here. (They also gave us a separate letter, saying that we still weren't up to cleanliness standards - though how they would know that when they didn't show up three months ago when they said they would, and never attempted to reschedule, is beyond me, but I digress.)

All of my crap for going to Burning Man is in the garage, along with an extra futon frame that needs to be set up in my room (and a couple of other things that we'll actually be getting rid of). And while my wrist has dramatically improved in the last six weeks, I simply do NOT have the strength to haul this crap upstairs, nor do I have any desire to foist all the work off on [livejournal.com profile] gridlore.

I know a sizable percentage of the locals on my f'list are going to CostumeCon this weekend - hell, I'm going myself on Saturday. But if any of y'all are available to come down to Offhand Manor on Sunday around noon or so, to help us tote barges and lift bales, I would be ENORMOUSLY grateful. I'll even feed y'all.

Email Doug or me and we'll get you the address if you don't already have it.
kshandra: Text: "I should perhaps be disturbed by the MASSIVE NEED I have for approval of strangers on the Internet." (Bunny - Phbbt)
Woke up an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off this morning. Started to cough. Didn't stop for 45 minutes. Evil, horrid, generally "productive" cough; I sounded like the sea lions at Pier 39. (Though I do think most of them are still heavier than me. :-P) And Mother Nature's Pregnancy Test is due back today or tomorrow, so I'm a real piece of work. Called/emailed my supervisor and agency rep and told them it just wasn't happening today.

Just talked to [livejournal.com profile] gridlore; he says to start braiding bedsheets, 'cause he's ready to blow the joint. (There was a complete failure to read his chart last night at shift change; despite giving him a sleeping pill and a note saying not to disturb him between 2300-0600, they woke him up TWICE.) If he ever actually sees his doctor today, he's going to ask if there's any reason they can't finish the infusions on an outpatient basis - and if there is, if they'll at least let him take a friggin' SHOWER, 'cause he's starting to feel like the main reason his head still hurts is because his hair's so damn dirty. (Which was oddly reassuring to hear; I know I start getting headachy if I haven't washed my hair in too long, but wondered if it wasn't just a psychosomatic thing.)

My throat and my abs hurt from this morning's unexpected workout. I've gotten outside most of a pot of tea; I'm gonna go back to bed for an hour or two, check back in with Himself, then run a couple of errands that will go over better with face-to-face interaction.
kshandra: Cartoon of a young girl, a purple streak in her hair, at a computer; the text reads "dear blog, I HATE EVERYONE!" (I Hate Everyone)
PLEASE: NO PHONECALLS AFTER 9PM (2100HRS) PACIFIC TIME UNLESS PREVIOUSLY ARRANGED OR IN AN EMERGENCY.

Just because I stay awake far later than I should does not mean I'm prepared to talk to anyone. Moreover, [livejournal.com profile] gridlore's alarm goes off at 0530, and for the sake of my marriage I prefer not to wake him after he goes to bed unless the house is on fire.

We now return you to your previously scheduled LJ.

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