Hi flist! I've been reading you sporadically, but I have had very little time/energy to comment as I wanted.
The moving stuff was finally sorted. It did take four men the whole Tuesday, from 7.45am to 4pm, to pack and move all the things in my flat to the new place 150 m down the street (just mentioning that there was VERY little driving distance involved, heh). And then two guys used half the next day to move the stuff in my basement storage. *g*
So... their boss thought my place would take 1-2 men a few hours to finish? Really? Well, welcome to the reality, mister!
Very little was damaged, so that was good.
When I closed the door on Tuesday afternoon, my living room was literally (and I do mean literally) packed with furniture and packing boxes all the way to the door and almost all the way up to the ceiling! They estimated they'd used between 90 and 100 boxes... O.o Okay, I have a lot of stuff. I knew that.
Now, a week later, I have 16 boxes left to unpack and a few to carry down to the basement. I have a makeshift desk for the computers set up, a sofa to lounge in comfortably, the bed is put up but lacking all the lush fabrics I usually hang on it, and the kitchen table area is mostly done too. I have curtains up in the two windows in the living room, in one of the kitchen windows, and in the bedroom. This is more than I managed in the old place in almost a year!
The one very bad thing about this place is that the other ppl who also moved in about the same time as me are smokers. They smoke inside their flat, and the smoke ends up in my place! Clearly, something is wrong with the ventilation. Saturday morning when I got up, I almost threw up when I rushed through the kitchen to get to the balcony door to open it. It was so bad with the smell. I am also very allergic to cigarette smoke, and have been since I was 10 or 11. My body's reaction to it is very similar to the flu, so body aches, head aches, eyes ache and sting, my throat hurts like fuck and I'm slowly losing my voice. Also, hacking up my lungs with a nasty cough now.
Going to hand in the keys to my old flat today probably, so I'll have to talk to them about this.
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Instead of just hopping into the shower the other day, I decided to take bath. I love taking baths, but I couldn't in the old place because the bath tub plug was broken. Very annoying. Anyway, I filled the tub, and thought it was quite quickly done... got into the tub and had a fit of the giggles.
It was the shortest bath tub I've ever been in! I'm not a tall person by Swedish standards, but I could not straighten my legs in it! So... more like a compact Japanese size bath tub? ;-) I LOL'd. And then thought that hey, I can probably get used to this and just keep finding it amusing.
Today two guys rang my door. The tub had a problem with the front side of it coming loose all the time and couldn't be fixed without spare parts I had been told last week. Today the spare parts showed up. A whole new bath tub! LOL That is one huge piece of a spare part!
I had no idea and they even commented on my obvious look of surprise when they said they were putting in a new tub. *g* Well, they hadn't been given any specific measurements, so the shiny, new bath tub is normal sized!!!
I'm not sure if I should be happy or disappointed. LOL
On the one side, I can now bathe like ordinary Swedes do, with straight legs when leaning back, but on the other hand, the space for laundry basket/tiny shelf disappeared. Also, I found the old one cute!
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Yesterday was the funeral service for my grandfather. It was a nice, light, non-religious thingie with no psalms or priest present. It was the first time I've attended a funeral like that, but apparently, they're getting a little more common in Sweden now.
My grandfather was a vehement atheist all his life, so it would have been disrespectful to have any kind of religious rite attached to it. The flowers were gorgeous, a lot of lilac and purple and pink and white.
I got to meet a lot of my mother's cousins - people I had never seen before, and that granddad, for some reason, seemed to keep apart from us. I have no idea why; he had some strange ideas sometimes. They were very nice people, and a few of them we'll probably meet again, under more joyous circumstances.
Granddad always loved parties and gatherings with lots of people, he loved good food and coffee with cookies and cake, he loved talking and laughing and also discussing. Those discussions could sometimes turn rather heated, but there were never any hard feelings afterwards. He would have loved the after-funeral coffee with all the people, and later in the evening, the dinner with nine of us.
I was exhausted when I got home last night though.
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indescribable
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