I hate hot flashes...
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lavandarlizard2I think I've been heat-stressing myself the past week. O.o And dumb-ass me did not figure that out until this morning. =p I've just been blithely tripping along wondering why I feel so... wombatted. O.O *smacks self* Dumb-ass.
I'm shifting stuff from my old storage room to a new one closer to home. The dragonette and I have been doing a load of boxes/etc each morning before he has to go to work, because I want the move completed before the end of the month, so I don't have to pay more at the old place. >_> I thought we were doing well to be at it early in the morning, but it's still hot and hustling boxes makes it hotter. *sigh* Anyway, we're better than halfway done. ^__^ I'm thinking we might get the rest of the closed boxes/bins moved tomorrow and then we can do the pub table and chairs + the hapi table on Sunday. That'll leave just the oddball miscellaneous stuff that will need to be scooped into bags or boxes. It just feels good to finally get this done. ^___^ Even if it is wiping me out.
Productivity!!!
“Duo!”
“Hey! Quatre! Did you guys just get here?”
“About ten minutes ago; Heero’s been showing us all the additions and improvements. The bathroom looks gorgeous! I don’t remember the renderings looking that cool!”
“Heh. Maybe you need to hire an artist to work with the engineers. Grab a stool; I’m right in the middle of something…”
“No wonder you offered to have my baby!” Quatre laughed and dragged a tall stool up to the workbench and perched on it, elbows on the bench. “Is that for the chair?”
“Nah. This is just something I’ve been playing with off and on… There!” Duo set the chunk of metal down on the bench and wiped his hands on a rag. “So, where’s Trowa?”
Quatre chuckled. “Probably still playing with the lifts. He and Heero were chortling like a pair of drunken loons when I left them.”
Duo grinned at his friend. “I played with the things for three days straight, until Heero made me stop. It’s *fun*, dammit! If I ever do get my legs back, I’m keeping the lifts!”
Quatre looked down at the bench, at the heart shape with “DM ♥ HY” carved into the wood. “How are you doing, Duo; really?”
Duo leaned his elbows on the bench, mimicking Quatre’s pose. “All things considered, pretty well, I think. I still forget sometimes… I’ve had a few moments when I could swear I can feel my legs; that’s pretty… disconcerting. There are moments when I wonder ‘why me?’ But then I just remind myself that I didn’t get to where I am by wussing out on the hard stuff.” He sighed heavily and dropped his head down to rest on his crossed arms.
“I miss my bike and being able to slow dance in Heero’s arms… The spur of the moment stuff… The physical stuff we used to do. Sally says we may be able to get back to some of that eventually.” He grinned at the faint coloring on Quatre’s face. “Not that kind of physical stuff, Mr Porn; our sex life is fine. I mean the sparring and wrestling we used to do. Carmine, my current therapist, says we might be able to get into some self-defense techniques. That’s what he calls it; he knows I’m a Preventor, but not the other stuff. He said he’s never had to work that into a routine before, but he’s game if I am.” He chuckled a bit and turned the subject.
“We had to rearrange the kitchen chores, because I can’t easily reach things now. Heero’s afraid I’ll set myself on fire using the burners, so we’re thinking about upgrading the summer kitchen with lower counters so I can cook down there.”
Quatre perked up immediately. “You mean that kitchenette thing? Off the patio?”
“Yeah. We already use it quite a bit in good weather when we fire up the grill.”
“Hmm…” Duo could almost see the gears whirling in that adorable blond head.
“You are not buying me a damn kitchen!” he protested.
“But you’re a great cook, Duo!”
“And I am immune to flattery, dude. We’ll handle the kitchen ourselves, really. I’ve been good about not asking to see the bottom line on the bathroom; don’t push me, man,” he glared.
Quatre smirked at him. “Heh heh heh… We’ll see, Shinigami; we’ll see.”
I'm shifting stuff from my old storage room to a new one closer to home. The dragonette and I have been doing a load of boxes/etc each morning before he has to go to work, because I want the move completed before the end of the month, so I don't have to pay more at the old place. >_> I thought we were doing well to be at it early in the morning, but it's still hot and hustling boxes makes it hotter. *sigh* Anyway, we're better than halfway done. ^__^ I'm thinking we might get the rest of the closed boxes/bins moved tomorrow and then we can do the pub table and chairs + the hapi table on Sunday. That'll leave just the oddball miscellaneous stuff that will need to be scooped into bags or boxes. It just feels good to finally get this done. ^___^ Even if it is wiping me out.
Productivity!!!
“Duo!”
“Hey! Quatre! Did you guys just get here?”
“About ten minutes ago; Heero’s been showing us all the additions and improvements. The bathroom looks gorgeous! I don’t remember the renderings looking that cool!”
“Heh. Maybe you need to hire an artist to work with the engineers. Grab a stool; I’m right in the middle of something…”
“No wonder you offered to have my baby!” Quatre laughed and dragged a tall stool up to the workbench and perched on it, elbows on the bench. “Is that for the chair?”
“Nah. This is just something I’ve been playing with off and on… There!” Duo set the chunk of metal down on the bench and wiped his hands on a rag. “So, where’s Trowa?”
Quatre chuckled. “Probably still playing with the lifts. He and Heero were chortling like a pair of drunken loons when I left them.”
Duo grinned at his friend. “I played with the things for three days straight, until Heero made me stop. It’s *fun*, dammit! If I ever do get my legs back, I’m keeping the lifts!”
Quatre looked down at the bench, at the heart shape with “DM ♥ HY” carved into the wood. “How are you doing, Duo; really?”
Duo leaned his elbows on the bench, mimicking Quatre’s pose. “All things considered, pretty well, I think. I still forget sometimes… I’ve had a few moments when I could swear I can feel my legs; that’s pretty… disconcerting. There are moments when I wonder ‘why me?’ But then I just remind myself that I didn’t get to where I am by wussing out on the hard stuff.” He sighed heavily and dropped his head down to rest on his crossed arms.
“I miss my bike and being able to slow dance in Heero’s arms… The spur of the moment stuff… The physical stuff we used to do. Sally says we may be able to get back to some of that eventually.” He grinned at the faint coloring on Quatre’s face. “Not that kind of physical stuff, Mr Porn; our sex life is fine. I mean the sparring and wrestling we used to do. Carmine, my current therapist, says we might be able to get into some self-defense techniques. That’s what he calls it; he knows I’m a Preventor, but not the other stuff. He said he’s never had to work that into a routine before, but he’s game if I am.” He chuckled a bit and turned the subject.
“We had to rearrange the kitchen chores, because I can’t easily reach things now. Heero’s afraid I’ll set myself on fire using the burners, so we’re thinking about upgrading the summer kitchen with lower counters so I can cook down there.”
Quatre perked up immediately. “You mean that kitchenette thing? Off the patio?”
“Yeah. We already use it quite a bit in good weather when we fire up the grill.”
“Hmm…” Duo could almost see the gears whirling in that adorable blond head.
“You are not buying me a damn kitchen!” he protested.
“But you’re a great cook, Duo!”
“And I am immune to flattery, dude. We’ll handle the kitchen ourselves, really. I’ve been good about not asking to see the bottom line on the bathroom; don’t push me, man,” he glared.
Quatre smirked at him. “Heh heh heh… We’ll see, Shinigami; we’ll see.”
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Date: 2008-07-26 03:38 am (UTC)It's good to see Duo being honest about how he feels. Quatre is just what he needs.
The image of Trowa and Heero chortling and playing with the lifts is delightful. Sometimes it's easy to forget just how young they all are.
Lovely job.
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I hate moving things. We moved residences two and a half years ago and I still have a few boxes in the basement that I haven't unpacked. Obviously not anything vital, just too important to get rid of.
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Date: 2008-07-26 04:35 am (UTC)Once upon a time, I visited a friend of my mother and there, on the staircase, was one of those wheelchair lifts. It was just the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. O.O I still want one. >_>;
I last moved house seven years ago next week. I still have boxes in the garage that I haven't touched in over six years... O.o Well... actually... most everything in the garage has not been touched in six years... >_< I hate opening the garage; it attracts looky-loos and we were broken into about five years ago, so I'm twitchy whenever anyone passes by when the door is open. But I have that on my list. *sigh* Got to, if I decide to move... O.o
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Date: 2008-07-26 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-26 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-26 04:21 am (UTC)*points a fan at you*
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Date: 2008-07-26 04:41 am (UTC)I'm heading for a cool shower right now, and probably a couple of aspirin, then bed. O.O
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Date: 2008-07-26 10:32 am (UTC)I love that work bench... ^______^
Almost done? I will hope for good weather and less heat the rest of this week. Just stay hydrated and make the kid do all the heavy stuff. O.O
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Date: 2008-07-26 01:48 pm (UTC)^____~ And you know Heero just gave him a Look the first time he saw it.
Trying to convince myself that right now - 0645 - would be a great time to go get that load. >_> Not having much success. *sigh* But I need to be done with it. (I also need a new keyboard... =p)
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Date: 2008-07-27 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-27 01:55 pm (UTC)Today: tables! Probably hurt one of us... >_>
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-29 02:35 am (UTC)RM volunteered to help me uload on Wednesday, so that won't be a lost day. ^__^
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Date: 2008-07-27 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
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