I’ve been renovating a house that my Aunt Donna is going to be moving into by the end of this week. Today, we went to Home Depot to pick out ceiling fans for the kitchen, living room, and sun room. I was really tired, so I don’t think I was much help in the matter. There was a really nice fan that had leaves for blades, but it cost almost $250; there were some good ones that we wound up getting that were a little more than half the cost each.
We came back to continue cleaning the house; it hadn’t been lived in almost a year and had accumulated bugs, grime, mildew, dust, dirt and countless other things that needed cleansing and sanitation. I spent almost 4 hours cleaning the front porch. When I went to vaccuum it out, I noticed that the dust and dirt had ground its way into the cracks of the brick on the inside of the porch. As I was blowing it out of the crevices with the Shopvac, two detectives came up to the porch screen door.
“Can I help you?” I asked them.
They had noticed the dust, which unbeknownst to me had been billowing out of the porch and into the street, and thought that there was a fire. I explained what I was doing, and they went on their way. Five minutes later, the fire department showed up and asked if were burning something and explained that there was a burn ban in affect. Again, we had to explain that it was just the dust. Donna thought it was a helluva way to meet the local detectives and FD.
I finished cleaning the porch by giving both of the screen doors on the inside a good cleaning. Before we left, she decided that since the porch was concrete and not wood, she would be removing the green carpeting inside. It was almost like the four hours I had just spent cleaning it all was spent in vain. Donna explained that we couldn’t have removed it without my cleaning it in the first place.
My Aunt Julie stopped by and said that since we hadn’t had a wedding shower, I could either have a pick of receiving a bunch of stuff or getting the deposit money for a new apartment (when I had a stable job). I talked to Heather and decided that the deposit would be the best thing so we could get out of the place we’re in. Donna says that our landlord is a “slum lord” and that we payed too much money up front for the state that the place is in. I agree. Plus, I don’t really like our landlord all too much.
Earlier today, we went by Sonic to get something to drink. I ordered a Sunrise Smoothie and she ordered coffee and sweet tea (her usual). It took them fifteen minutes to bring our drinks to us. Later, when we went back for lunch, I ordered a Bacon Bistro Combo, A Watermelon coke, and she ordered a chicken wrap. The girl taking our order was very slow, but it only took them about three minutes to get our food to us. It was so fast that it was almost suspicously fast. Later, we went back for a slush. Again, it took them a long time to bring a simple order.