possibly 2 wallpaper posts in one day is a bit much, but

[cimorene]

... this is just a portion of the 2 garbage bags + 1 human-being-sized roll of wallpaper we drove directly to the dump today. That's 3-4 layers from the dining room and 5-6 layers from the living room.



(Also gone: that black plastic chandelier you can see just a piece of. There was one of these in each of the rooms in question, both hung low enough to hit me on the head when I stood under them - I am under 5'7" -, both resembling nothing so much as disposable party decorations such as one would see at a prom or a new year's party, and both already broken when we arrived. The seller said she would come back later to remove them, but she wasn't fast enough for my taste.)

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[cimorene]

My mom has a giant kitchen rooster too! I think he might not be on top of the fridge anymore, but he was for ages.

[phosfate]

She did that thing where she looked at giant ceramic chickens for months, until I was finally all, "Look, buy one if you like them, but please stop pointing at the giant ceramics with your cane." (That turned out to be a bad move on my part, because after that she used it to point at everything fragile in every store just to make me squeak, "Jesus Christ!")

[cimorene]

That must weigh a lot more than my mom's, then. Hers is papier mache.

Cane-waving sounds like a relatively nice, low-risk outlet for minor sadistic impulses, though. Actually the way you describe it it sounds like a lot of fun.