cimorene: Grayscale image of Jean Hagen as Lina Lamont in Rococo dress and powdered wig pushing away a would-be kidnapper with a horrified expression (do not want)
Our plumber hasn't been able to pin down the local digger contractor yet. Now besides the digging they'll have to break the new asphalt up and then repave when they're done!
cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (Default)
(Not G)IP! After years and probably a hundred attempts to draw a version of my old default icon that I liked better than the original, last week I succeeded! I've wanted for a few years now to replace the vintage photo of Helen Kane that I've been using as a default since probably 2008ish?, but I would always get hung up at the last minute in a panic of identity crisis: how will anybody recognize me without a teal side-eyeing profile? (I have a constant urge to make my pixel Art Deco radio my default, but I just can't stand the strain of it being non-teal and not giving side-eye. But I wouldn't like it as much if I made it teal and gave it eyes!!!! It's a dilemma.)

Karar i arbeit. (This means "men at work" in a weird western Finland Swedish hick dialect and is the title of a song by Kaj, the Finland-Swedish band that Sweden are sending to Eurovision this year. And it's what [personal profile] waxjism has started saying anytime it is remotely relevant, I guess because it sounds funny to her.) The diggers are back this morning digging up the rest of the intersection next to our house. They dug up most of it in February and replaced some pipes, but then they've left it and most of the street below covered in compacted gravel since. The longer they leave it there, the likelier that our plumber will manage to get the digger guy to do the digging he needs to do to fix our pipe before they repave the road (not calling people back apparently applies also to contractors and not just to end customers! Great!), so I guess that's good. Possibly this development is bad, in fact (like what if they just keep going until they finish and then immediately start paving?). The cats like watching out the window though, and that's always cute.

At least a few flowers! All the maples are blossoming now, like little chartreuse pom-poms everywhere. Very cute. Possibly my favorite tree decoration. Lilies have been coming up, but nothing else but our daffodils is blooming yet, not even our tulips (there are some tulips open in town, in much sunnier spots, but our yard has a great deal of shade from tall trees around it).

Knitting for Niblings (they grow up so fast): The triplets I used to help bottle feed when they were born are turning eighteen this month and one of them is working this summer at a bar here in town, so has sought permission to crash at our place in the event he misses the late bus. They are basically adults!!!! Full-sized people!!! I mean he's been taller than me for a couple of years already, but still. Also this means I guess it's time to make them Adulthood Sweaters, but they're all the same age. (We made their older sister a nice sweater for her 18th birthday under the theory that she was now for the first time unlikely to outgrow it quickly.) (We did make her a sweater when she was a small child once but we never managed to make sweaters for the triplets because of this three-at-once issue. Not that they minded: it would be hard to find better-connected small children and they were always drowning in so many presents and party guests that they wouldn't notice our presence or absence.) So I'm thinking we will give them cards explaining that we will make them each the sweaters of their choosing now, but one after the other (Wax has tentatively agreed to this but she's probably forgotten by now because the discussion was a couple of weeks ago). It's summer anyway, so it's not like anybody will be in a rush for a sweater. And with any luck they will choose things that are easier to make than the long allover-cable mohair-and-merino cardigan Wax made for their sister. And I guess we need some kind of smaller symbolic present to go with the cards, but baking is out because their birthday party always features more sugary desserts than can be eaten. But also my shoulder still hurts (slightly, intermittently) and I still haven't called the doctor (or done the other stuff on that list from ten days ago. It was too scary and I froze up and didn't know where to start! Maybe I can start now, idk). So I couldn't start knitting right away anyway.

Fandom drama update, secondhand: I also forgot to mention that the two-week hiatus in Wax's fandom (911) ended and last week the new episode went up! And, as she and I expected, 911 spoilers... lol... ).

Reading Old Stuff: I made another attempt to read Le Morte d'Arthur and didn't get very far yet. The narrative voice is just incredibly dull! I did read the introductions to the Standard Ebooks edition with great interest, and obtained this list of sources which I hadn't heard before: "the great bulk of the work has been traced chapter by chapter to the "Merlin" of Robert de Boron and his successors (Bks. I-IV), the English metrical romance La Morte Arthur of the Thornton manuscript (Bk. V), the French romances of Tristan (Bks. VIII-X) and of Launcelot (Bks. VI, XI-XIX), and lastly to the English prose Morte Arthur of Harley MS. 2252 (Bks. XVIII, XX, XXI)." Having read Robert de Boron's "Merlin", the beginning of Le Morte d'Arthur is recognizable and also startlingly less interesting and fun to read. I looked up the English metrical and prose "Morte"s mentioned here and concluded that they didn't sound very fun either, although perhaps I will try them soon. Also started William Morris's translation of Grettis saga, and contrary to Morris's transports about characterization and poetry in the introduction, so far it is just wading through a lot of run-on sentences of geneology and short summaries of who attacked/burned and looted someone's house, just like the other Icelandic sagas I've attempted to read in the past. Amazing to think this in any way could represent a story designed to be told orally to a live audience who were supposed to not be falling asleep or getting up and leaving.
cimorene: Blue text reading "This Old House" over a photo of a small yellow house (knypplinge)
And there was great rejoicing!

Status: the digger guy never called him back so it got backburnered. He is trying again.
cimorene: Two women in 1920s hair at a crowded party laughing in delight (:D)
  1. Last weekend Wax spent about 20 hours watching videos about Scania trucks (a make of semi trucks made in Sweden). She has never had any special interest in trucks, shipping, or even cars before, but Youtube suggested one video and she watched it, and then watched the rest of the guy's channel for two days. The Youtuber was an American truck fan who was just obsessed with Scanias and had imported several from Europe at great expense and his videos were about taking them to truck shows, talking about them with other truck fans, and tuning them.


  2. We got a notification from the city that they've rezoned the opposite side of the street from us and are going to knock down two of the abandoned houses they (the city) have owned and kept standing there as a public hazard for the last few decades, and put a new fire station there. Obviously this is a bit of a long-term plan. I guess it will increase the noise level on our street. And they will probably fix the potholes! And even better, they're going to close the outlet where the street opens onto the highway, and semi trucks won't be able to illegally go down our street and access the back of the parking lot of the shopping center down the hill anymore! So no more waking up to all the china in the house vibrating because of some asshole illegally driving down our residential street. Uh, whenever that actually happens. Probably a few years away.


  3. Wax's union was on strike a few weeks ago for two days but it didn't work so they might have to go on strike again in the next month or two. Yay! Extra weekend in the middle of the week!


  4. Uhhhh Sweden is sending a Finnish band to Eurovision this year (they won Sweden's Melodifestivalen and are a favorite for the whole thing according to [personal profile] waxjism, but don't ask me about it, because I hate Eurovision and I don't know. NM, though... I guess you can talk about it in the comments if you want and she'll see it since she has writer's block and can't update her journal anymore). These guys are a band from the Western hick coast of Swedish-speaking Finland who have been making humorous pastiche/parody songs for years and have like fifteen albums and have even had songs chart before, she says. Their dialect/accent is so dense that I can only casually pick up like one word per song in some of them. Anyway, they worked with a Swedish songwriter and that apparently made them eligible? LOL.


  5. Wax's current shipping OTP looks like... about 90% plausibly going to go canon really soon? She's watching this cheesy dumb primetime soap called 911 about emergency responders in the LA area and shipping a melodramatic guy named Buck whom she calls a "crazy girl" with his BFF, Eddie, who has a teenaged son with CP. Anyway, the show made Buck come out as bi and date a horrible guy played by an alarmingly bulging chunk of beefsteak actor who is apparently... the son of Hulk Hogan a guy who played the Hulk, WHAT???... and a character who previously appeared on the show just to be a racist and bully everyone, and they brought him back to date one of the leads? Uh, but he broke up with him and now the last episode was clearly deliberately written like they are Going There probably in the next few episodes. Mazel tov, I guess.
cimorene: A small bronze table lamp with triple-layered orange glass shades (stylish)
A few days ago I had one of those sore knot spots in the middle of my back and it annoyed me enough that I actually went and got the plastic massage stick, which I hardly ever touch because I can't be bothered. And it felt good at first, but I guess I irritated it too much or... whatever, I'm not clear on the mechanism, but it turned into an inflammation, like a little bruise, and now it's been annoying me even more constantly for two days. So I only want to be lying or sitting with a hot pack pressed next to my spine but I also would really like to be standing up and doing things, just not enough to stay away from the hotpack for long. I did take ibuprofen. I can still FEEL it there, being not exactly painful but just really ANNOYING, and I hate it. Also annoying that a hotpack on your spine tends to make you very warm.

I have been gradually accumulating a little bit more energy each day - hence the desire to be standing up or doing things, which I didn't have all winter until the middle of February - but it still doesn't feel springy enough to enjoy being outside. There aren't any flowers up anywhere. The sun isn't out every day. Our tenants were out there raking leaves (which we didn't do at all last fall) with their smallest child yesterday afternoon. They are embarrassingly much more together about... house... maintenance... stuff and they keep doing like twice or three times as much yardwork and stuff on their side of the house as we ever get around to. Last fall they even had a new load of gravel put down in the driveway on their side (there's a drive into the garage - which only they use - and then another one, which still has 0% visible gravel left, on the other side leading to our front door). I just every time want to cry and be like AHHH I'M SORRY FOR BEING SUCH BAD LANDLORDS!!!! WE ARE TEMPERAMENTALLY UNSUITED TO BEING LANDLORDS!!!!! We haven't done that. It wouldn't be professional. Also they asked us if they could get a dog, and obviously yes. They aren't decided yet apparently, but the children are campaigning. Wouldn't that be nice?

I finally got a response from the Finnish tax agency - after I think almost an entire year - for how much the tax will be for the money left me by my great-uncle. Finally, we know how much is left for plumbing (etc)! And at this point I fear we may have to call the plumber, even though in the first week of the year he told us he would call us, because it HAS been 2 months. On the other hand, maybe the ground was too cold to have done any of the digging yet.
cimorene: Cut paper art of a branch of coral in front of a black circle on blue (coral)
Kitchen wallpaper in situ. Dining room curtains in situ. Library wall color. Bedroom wall color (this corner has the most pronounced wrinkles in the house. It's a real danger with the wall surface made of stretched cardboard!). Downstairs powder room/WC walls, more or less complete (x3). Read more... )
cimorene: Blue text reading "This Old House" over a photo of a small yellow house (knypplinge)
I was asked to talk some more about wallpaper, and I love to talk about wallpaper!

I grew up prejudiced against wallpaper, because Read more... )

But when we bought our 1950 wooden house in 2019 and dove into researching it we learned that wallpaper was the most common, expected wall treatment for it. I wasn't even willing to consider moving in without changing the wall surface treatments of every single room in the house, on initial walkthrough. ([personal profile] waxjism agreed that things were mostly ugly, but she would totally have been willing to live with some of it for a while, and some of it forever, and my mother-in-law didn't see anything wrong with some of the wallpapers, but was just ¯_(ツ)_/¯ about my aesthetic preferences.) When we bought the house, the existing wallpapers and wall treatments were as follows: Read more... ).

The downstairs walls of our house are actually made out of stretched cardboard, a common and inexpensive wall material at that time that was sold on giant rolls, soaked to soften it, then stretched out evenly in all directions and nailed to the framing timbers on all four sides. This construction method was designed to be wallpapered over. We learned that we could also paint the walls as long as the paint wasn't a vapor barrier (no plastic content: traditional oil paints or distemper, tempera, or mineral paints), and we were very attached to my idee fixe that paint is cheaper and better than wallpaper; so we actually did this. We regret it! Wallpaper was the style- and period-appropriate choice and the better choice for our wall type, more forgiving of errors. The distemper-painted walls in our dining room look fine, but distemper is vulnerable to physical wear. The 0-VOC linseed-based eco paint we used in the living room took me like two weeks and like six coats because we chose a medium green and it wasn't opaque in any less. This paint also takes a long time to cure to full hardness, and as a result has various dings in it. We could've papered this room in a similar shade of solid green paper for about a third the cost and a tenth the effort, but again... we were not wise yet.

A primary consideration for us was choosing period-appropriate wallpaper and curtains that would fit the architecture and feel of the house.

Kitchen.
[personal profile] waxjism and I have both posted before about how we later spotted our kitchen wallpaper, by the Swedish Boråstapeter, in The Queen's Gambit (I know now that they filmed it in Europe in order to work with my idol, German production designer Uli Hanisch, so it makes a lot more sense to find the paper there...). (Illustrative screencap in an old post of Wax's here; product page here.) We fell in love with this paper when we saw a sample in a rack by the door at a wallpaper shop in Turku, actually, but we had already bought the backsplash tiles you can see here behind Sipuli from a local guy on Finland's equivalent of Craigslist (tori.fi).Read more... )

Curved entryway wall.
There's a picture of this up above in its current wallpaper, Sanderson Hampton Trellis. (A couple more are available in this old post about my beloved rainbow ball coatrack.) I fell for this kelly-green paper with its large-scale white geometric trellis print early in house research and so did [personal profile] waxjism. We knew immediately that we needed a bold contrast treatment for this curved feature wall, but we didn't decide on this paper immediately because it's by far the most expensive wallpaper we bought for the house. I spent like a year looking for an alternative that we liked even slightly as much that cost less, and we could never find one that we could be happy with. You had to visualize the size of the curved wall and its place in the room, and it needed to be a bold pattern of a certain scale with a strong contrast in it, and it turned out that most of the alternatives I could find weren't available in bold enough colors or in the right scale. It isn't 1950s, but there was a trend of chinoiserie (of which this sort of trellis wallpaper is an outgrowth) and also a trend of trellis wallpapers specifically during the 1960s (and the bathroom itself, and hence the curved wall, were added to the house around 1960 - our house and all its DIY clones from the same plans are designed to be built in stages, initially without plumbing, with bathrooms and kitchen sinks etc added later when the family could afford it). This doesn't really look quite like the 60s ones I've seen, but the connection is enough to satisfy me. The kelly green harmonizes nicely with the muted blue-green shades that dominate in the kitchen. I liked a few Pihlgren & Ritola alternatives that all weren't quite right for some reason, like Snowflake (black and white is bold but we prefer colorful!) and Pinecone (same, but mainly the scale was just too small... I really love this print and I love foresty wallpapers), Pro Finlandia (the scale is bold but the color contrast isn't! 1970s art nouveau revival vibes, a little late for us but still in the window of possibility), Paradise (60s-70s folklore/primitivism, nice bold colors and large scale, but as you see in the wall shots, the lozenges tile together into a rather even print even in the really bright colors? And we weren't SUPER into any of the color combinations.)

Living room.
As mentioned above, I painted this room a medium green with an oil-based ecological paint, chosen over distemper because the final surface can be washed with soap and water or scrubbed. We love a medium green! We love this shade! Read more... ) For these reasons we will not be repapering this room until after both of our bunnies have died, so it will probably be a few years, but I have looked repeatedly:Read more... )

Dining room.
The dining room is currently distempered with a beautiful light bluey aqua, really on the edge of off white, but it's got holes ripped in it by Anubis and spots worn out from my shoulders when sitting up in bed. We can't paint and wallpaper that room (it has a huge built-in cabinet and three small closet doors that need to be repainted in our trim color as well) until Cat Divorce is over, but we have looked and looked at wallpapers. Read more... )

Powder room.
The downstairs bathroom, or half-bath, or powder room, or WC, the one that was put in about 1960 and fully renovated before we moved in, contains the washing machine as well as sink and toilet, and because it doesn't have a shower, we didn't have to tile all the way up the walls. The wall covering should still be basically water-resistant in case of splashing of course, and there's all that construction waterproofing under the finish so the normal considerations about non-plastic wallcoverings in an old wood house no longer apply. We started with the floor tiles, which are a dark cobalt blue with a lot of color variation, again, leftovers from some local guy on Finnish Craigslist, and we got enough of them to do both our bathrooms. The upstairs is a little shower room, so the walls are tiled all the way up to the ceiling, and we chose white, so I thought the downstairs should have dark walls that blend into the floor to differentiate it. What I really wanted was this underwater wallpaper with swimming koi carp, Derwent by Osborne & Little, or Cole & Son's Acquario which has puffer fish, but I didn't consider them because of price. I was also into similar designs of blue sky dotted with birds like Daydream by Julia Rothman for Hygge & West. In the end we painted with a color matched from the tiles and then I did this undersea mural with white Posca markers and a spray-on acrylic waterproofing coat (there's a picture of it here - maybe I've never posted 360 photos of it).

Landing.
The landing is mostly painted a light sea green, but there is an alcove with this single roll of Pihlgren & Ritola Atom in a discontinued groovy lime green (here). The wall opposite the alcove is still the off-white of the stairwell panels, which we will repaint eventually I guess, but they will still be white. This wallpaper is also inside on the back wall of the wardrobe Wax built. The rest of the library is made of wood fiber panels with a finger gap, which makes it unsuitable for wallpaper. It is painted a very bright light aqua with mineral paint. We love this color, which is an outlier in terms of our palette, but the room always feels very light and bright.

Bedroom.
The bedroom was wallpapered before, and we stripped it, put up a layer of paintable brown paper and painted that with a sort of light khaki green clay paint. Love it! But in retrospect I think I would paper the room in a floral paper in a similar shade of green like Duro Vilhelmina or Boråstapeter Borosan 21 8618. Or if price were no object, Lim & Handtryck's Tjolöholm Slott.
cimorene: The words "It don't mean a thing" hand-drawn in black on white (jazz)
Everything is tiring again.

Sipuli's ears are dirty for the second time in a row so we will have to keep cleaning them with ear cleaner. Cats hate this, and who can blame them? It's cold goop oozing into your ear. Also, no further cat progress. We are still not doing the stuff the behaviorist recommended, but we have talked about it a few times?

No improvement in Wax's depression and energy levels - she didn't gain anything from the increasing sunlight like I did. She's just dissociating constantly I guess. I haven't had the energy to bully her into making a doctor's appointment; just having a conversation is taxing. I've told her that she needs to twice, and I'm not sure if that counts as an attempt or just a warning shot.

I have cleaned the kitchen a few more times after the time on the 14th when I moved and scrubbed and put things away. It is mostly usable more of the time now, but this has not so far empowered either of us to try any more complicated food preparation. (We are mostly eating frozen falafel with quick tabbouleh, frozen pizza, frozen breaded whitefish and frozen roasted vegetables, or pantry soup - one bag of frozen mixed vegetables, one bag of frozen spinach, one unit of lentils or canned beans, one unit of canned crushed tomatoes, spices and bouillon cubes. These recipes are better with fresh vegetables and especially sauteed fresh alliums and aromatics but they are almost as good this way.)

I have been doing laundry semidaily in an attempt to finally wash all the little rugs (there's like... six or seven loads of them but they can't fit on the drying rack simultaneously), and have got about halfway through them. There's a huge pile of clean laundry upstairs because instead of putting it away I've sort of half folded it into three baskets of foldish-pile-stacks.

I stalled out about halfway through trying to put the Christmas decorations back in the attic.

The plumber who said that he would call us in the first week of the year hasn't called us, but the city has dug up and replumbed a whole entire block leading up to the intersection by our house. They also destroyed the entire bed of flowering groundcover around the old birch tree at the corner of our property🙃. It was big and flourishing and long established before we bought the house. I'm sure they didn't even know it was there because it was under snow at the time, and filling the little verge between the tree and the road. Anyway, our plumber couldn't have done anything while they were there and he was in contact with city plumbers, so MAYBE that's why we haven't heard from him during? But they're done now. And they haven't paved it again (can't until after the thaw when there won't be anymore snow, I'm pretty sure), so I guess that's good for us, if he can do the repairs before they do that? Still though, it's possible that we need to contact him and we don't have that capacity atm.
cimorene: An art nouveau floral wallpaper in  greens and blues (wild)
I love William Morris's patterns so I'm happy that Morris wallpapers have increased in popularity in recent years and I'm spotting them everywhere. A local shop even carries them here in Pargas, a town of less than 20,000 people.

But on the other hand they are kind of a problem in historical 19th century production design, because it was a period when nearly everything was wallpapered (except for wooden panelling), and not all the wallpaper looked quite like Morris & Co, importantly because even then it was unusually pricey, and yet it is disastrously overrepresented in set design representing interiors of the period on film, even interiors representing this period in other countries, where the likelihood of Morris & Co wallpaper appearing at the time were probably quite low.

It's like if historical films set in the 1900s costumed 75% of the characters in recognizable iconic couture pieces. (In filmmakers' defense, filming on location increases the likelihood that the historic building you've chosen comes with Morris & Co preinstalled, and in that case there's not really anything they could have done.)

Wax and I put a great deal of research into renovating our house, which is a wooden house built in 1950. It had to be completely replumbed and rewired before we could move in and the walls of all the rooms had to consequently be resurfaced, and in the course of a million hours of research I bookmarked several domestic/regional stores specializing in renovation materials for historical houses: Rakennusapteekki, Domus Classica, Sekelskifte, and a bunch of wallpaper shops that carry paper wallpapers. And in all of these Morris wallpapers are front and center - usually they are one of only two or three brands carried by the shop, although in point of fact there are a large number of manufacturers that make a few paper wallpapers alongside their normal ("non woven" and vinyl) selections (Seinäruusu has a large selection). (William Morris's designs are my favorite wallpapers EVER, but they are minimum forty years too old for our house, and in completely the wrong style - our house is a minimalist, strongly functionalist-influenced, humble traditional cottage. So I would never have considered them anyway, but they are also at least twice as expensive as the most expensive wallpaper we bought.)
cimorene: abstract painting with bold swirls in black on lavender (punk)
The plumber called so early he woke Wax up even though she had to work at 8:30! She woke me up so I could share the joy. He was like, "I could send a guy right now." And the guy came as soon as the sun was up (9).

So it IS a happy new year!

Wax is talking to the guy now. I am inside monitoring through the kitchen window, because it's cold.

Eta: The plumber is gonna check his buddies and basically accepted the job, we don't have to contact any others and also HE'S gonna call US next! So we don't have to make ourselves call anyone. And then this happened:

City guy who is responsible for overseeing whenever a new person has to do this plumbing fix to stop adding rainwater to the sewers: It'll cost ya.
Us: Yeah, we know, we knew that, we're ready.
City guy: Thousands.
Us: Oh yeah, we know that.
Wax: But how MANY thousands?
City guy: Ooh, mmm, maybe five to ten.
Us: Oh, okay!
Me: That's good!
Wax: That's totally doable. That's way better than our worst nightmares!
City guy: Closer to ten than five, probably.
Me: This is such good news!!
cimorene: an abstract arrangement of primary-colored rectangles and black lines on beige (all caps)
Wax's brother is arriving from Seinäjoki today with his wife and two daughters. They're not staying with us because Tristana's so afraid of other cats and they are bringing their two kittens with them, so they have an airbnb in town. He made us promise not to cut down the Christmas tree in our yard until he comes, so I guess we will be decorating it together tomorrow or this evening.

It rained all night and is above freezing again, which may help the tree feel less shocked, but looks dismal out again (yesterday it had snowed just enough to be adorable).

And the to do list we made is basically done!! There are NINE tins full of homemade cookies and a quadruple recipe of rocky road waiting, plus a tin of Danish butter cookies, a pyramid of Ferrero Rocher because it's my favorite, and all three of Wax's mom's candy dishes full of store bought candy...

2024 Christmas Dessert menu


...We realized afterwards that we might've overdone it a bit. And that we should not make a cake after all. Somehow after the first day of baking we still thought we should make another recipe of painted sugar cookies and quadruple the rocky road. Only when I finished filling the tins were we like "Wait...".

Also I finished the necessary cleaning and hung up the star window lights in every room except the living room, where we have white paper stars under the plant lights in each window.
cimorene: painting of two women in Regency gowns drinking tea (austen)
Well, we finally just called the plumber on Thursday. No go. Just like every other plumber we've talked to, he doesn't have enough time for a job where he has to do a survey and make a plan before potentially digging up the yard until next year. (That's only a couple of weeks now of course. The first time a plumber said that to us was over a month ago... but then again, it could still be that he means not until February!). But in the meantime, in all their defence, this isn't a standard emergency as long as our sump pump is still working fine. I mean, our current situation IS acute or emergency in the sense of "there has been sewage contamination in the basement and it will recur if anything happens to the pump" but not an emergency in the sense of "the tenants' apartment lacks functioning plumbing and drains": the radiators, hot and cold running water, toilets and other drains are all perfectly fine in their apartment. The latter kind of emergency is the kind emergency plumbers usually deal with - stoppages and blockages and things like that. The former kind actually can't be fixed at all without installing new pipes either under the yard or under the cement floor of the basement (preferably the former because that's faster and cheaper, but it's still not actually FAST to do it legally). And that's why nobody has enough time to do it in the next month, because that's just how plumbers' schedules in this area fill up: they have holes where they can run off to a quick job but they don't have gaps long enough for a whole proper job, because they've got all those booked in advance.

I was complaining to my newest friend about the situation and saying how agonizing it is knowing that we're causing pain and inconvenience to our poor Ukrainian tenants and we're trying to fix it but we can't become better landlords because we lack the people skills, and they would be better off with my BIL or MIL or someone like that for a landlord, because, I said, probably we would have found someone to agree to help us by now if we were just friendly extroverts who know everybody and are good with people!!!

But she said actually, her parents had a nearly identical problem just a few years ago. They own a house and a pipe failed and flooded their basement and even though her dad IS an extrovert who knows everybody and is really good with people (he's a fantastically likeable guy, he's great, remind me to show you a video of him throwing an axe at the Viking village last august). He worked as a manager in a big local industry plant (he's an engineer) for his whole career, so he knows even more people in the building trades than your average small town extrovert, but he STILL couldn't find a plumber who could fit them in, and they had to wait over a month, including Christmas, with whatever he could MacGuyver together.

Also the Ukrainian tenants just asked Wax about renewing their lease next year and we are happy to have them, even though we are surprised they don't want to run for the hills.

Anyway, after the last plumber said no, I did look up a few businesses from the next town/island over who say they do work out here, but we have not called them (yet?), and we've discussed the possiblity that we should just call the guys we already know and ask how soon they CAN fit us in, even if that means waiting another month or whatever, and go from there. We were both kind of "Hmm, yeah maybe that's what we should do" about it, but after two phone calls on Friday we didn't have any energy left to make that decision. I suggested we should try sanity check by asking her brothers if this sounds smart to them, because even if they aren't smarter or whatever, at least they are not four months into crisis mode, which really does a number on your ability to compare and contrast things, or make decisions, or strategize in any way, because everything is just INTERNAL SCREAMING all the time, like Anakin's Vader reveal in RotS going NOOOOOOOO, and anything you have to choose or judge just seems insurmountably huge, like all the options are equal but with a huge heap of existential despair on top, like "Should I buy socks for BIL? Would BIL like socks? But would anybody actually like socks? Does anybody need anything at all? Probably not and also probably not socks!" So anyway: maybe we will try this sanity check idea, but it's also a nontrivial task to compose the question readably for them.
cimorene: A giant disembodied ghostly green hand holding the Enterprise trapped (you shall not pass)
Benzodiazepines for as-needed anxiety management work very well when used intermittently, but if you use them too often you build up a tolerance which makes them not work when you need one (hence that time I had to call my doctor in panic to ask if it was safe to take a third pill in 24 hours - it was). You can safely take two in a day with some recurrence but you CAN'T take two in a day EVERY day for very long. Basically, you can't use them daily for more than a couple of weeks without that tolerance forming.

So when I had a nervous breakdown in August, I briefly took them more frequently and they stopped working, when my use pattern before that was maybe once a month or so. Thanks to [personal profile] waxjism's support, after a few weeks of babying myself I managed to mostly stop taking them again, going several weeks without, and typically just taking half again. Unfortunately, then the pipe connecting our tenants' drains to the sewer broke, sewage started coming up in the basement, and we started being unable to find a plumber who could come and bypass the broken pipe. We are stumbling along with a sump pump that has to be raised and lowered out of the septic tank full of sewage and a hose leading from it to the adjacent septic tank and into the working pipe that leads to the city sewer still from our side of the house. This works, but we have to periodically check and reposition it if the hose comes loose, the pump tips over, the water freezes, etc. The sewage-filled tanks are standing open in the yard and the hoses and cables are smeared with poop, of course, so it's all nightmarish. This has been going on FOR WEEKS because none of the local plumbers on our list can find time until sometime next year.

And we got one LAST recommendation for a Finnish-speaking plumber, but Wax is at the stage of nervous breakdown where she can't make herself call, so I'm trying to do it, only he had to be the Finnish one OF COURSE and my Finnish confidence is much lower, so this is now day three when I've taken my anti-anxiety benzo and my ADHD methylphenidate with breakfast and then sat there, staring at my phone, fists clenched, trying to will the anxiety levels to go down low enough to let me call this guy with the Finnish script all written out in front of me. No go so far.

The thing is, the last few days I've been trying to do this, I've taken the benzo but felt no noticeable effect. Because I've been taking them too often recently again, evidently. I can either take two, which tends to actually make me WHOAwoozy but maybe that would be okay, or I can try something else. Obviously willpower is out when you have ADHD, even after the methylphenidate. I've rewritten the script twice, I've made a physical to-do list and marked it up with symbols, I've taken deep breaths. But it doesn't work! Maybe my system needs a shock of some other kind, like you do when you have hiccups? Like maybe if I did something that would make my brain whirl around fast enough and trick it into not falling into the panic spiral, would I then be able to quickly dial?

  • Spinning around in a spinny chair until I get dizzy. I used to do this as a child, but when I've done it as an adult I've found it might make me queasy instead? Also we don't have a spinny chair


  • What about standing on my head for a minute and a half first? IDK


  • 1 minute of jumping jacks doesn't do it. Already tried that before.


  • Oddly enough, I thought of cough syrup. Cough syrup tastes INCREDIBLY disgusting - in Finland it's flavored with salmiakki or black licorice. I have to hold my nose while swallowing the spoonful. I don't have a cough, though. And we don't have anything else salmiakki, because I hate it and Wax doesn't care


  • Drinking something else really disgusting??? But the only things we really have are a little box of tiny bottles of Swedish snaps, mostly herbal-flavored liquors that you throw back in one before singing. Most of them are fairly mild but there's the infamous bäska droppar, the worst snaps of all, the one flavored with wormwood. I have tasted it before, not the full glass because I was just trying it, at family Christmases before the children when my in-laws were singing snapsvisor. This would definitely shock my system, but maybe too much? Wax recommended against it and I'm inclined to agree.


  • We have this herbal drink called Greek Mountain Tea (genus Sideritis) that is very weird and I thought brewed strong it might have that effect, but it wasn't weird enough; it is still a bit like camomile. (We accumulate weird herbal infusions from time to time, because people know we love tea and don't realize that we love tea, camellia sinensis, not tea, any old random infusion of plants). Anyway it wasn't pleasant, but that small cupful, overbrewed, failed already.


  • Maybe brandy? That's what you give a lady who fainted, right? The one and only time I was given brandy to try, it induced a strong coughing fit, so it probably WOULD be shocking, right? But I perused my MIL's liquor stash (most of the liquor we have is inherited. The only things there we've replenished ourselves were the amaretto and cointreau, both for baking) and she has no brandy. I poured a shotglass half full of Southern Comfort, which smelled worse than the other whiskey, but my hopes aren't that high.
cimorene: Blue text reading "This Old House" over a photo of a small yellow house (knypplinge)
The plumber who said, "Send me an email about it, we'll see about some kind of plan" to Wax several weeks ago has not replied at all to her email. She decided he probably won't and we have to start trying to find a different plumber who will again.

Remember when I found the contact for the city pipe people and sent an email asking whether the pipes under our street belong to us or to the city? Which I thought was a pretty basic question? No answer from them either in several weeks. Out of office without an answerer? Lost in the chaos? Rejected as spam? Who knows. I have to try to call one of their phone numbers today, but they don't have like "Enquiries", so I guess I just start with the department boss and go down the list! Awesome...

It's been warm all weekend and our sump pump has been working as intended, but it will have to be removed tomorrow because it can't freeze and it's supposed to get down to freezing again tomorrow night. Also tomorrow I have an appointment with the employment bureau people and I'm afraid I have no prospect of getting prepared or putting thoughts in order in advance of that.

ETA: I found a form to leave a contact request for the city government's general information secretary. I have chatted with them before and found them very helpful in my work hat, so hopefully they will be able to give me the correct contact information to whomever I really SHOULD reach out to, but I will have to wait for an answer until they come back to work tomorrow morning, because their hours are reduced to three per weekday now. At least I think that in THIS instance I can expect a response tomorrow, from my previous experience of them, even if it's only a notification that they have to look some more. That means not calling the next plumber on the list until tomorrow too.
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My parents: Do you need money?
Me: 😭 No, we just need a plumber who will COME HERE!!!
Mom: You mean they're busy?
Me: They're like "We could do next year".


Our basement is literally flooded with sewage! Turds are floating in our sauna! Whyyyyyyyyy aren't there more plumbers😭😭😭
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The worst part about hiding under the blankets from horrible things is when the things don't get bored and go away before you come out. The sewage is still in the basement, and the lack of plumbers and the appointments in Turku and the job hunt are STILL THERE when you come out. The nerve.

I keep thinking of this meme I saw on Tumblr last week:


I relate to this intensely.

Here are all our pets hiding successfully (because all they're hiding from is cold air I guess): Rowan hiding in his cubby, Tristana hiding under the blanket on my lap, Japp hiding under the sewing table, and Sipuli hiding in her blanket cave against the radiator.

cimorene: cartoony drawing of a woman's head in profile giving dubious side-eye (fucken wimdy)
If you own a rowhouse you don't have to kneel in the falling rain and snow raising and lowering a sump pump into a nasty old tank that has poop floating in it even though it isn't supposed to. There's just a company that handles all the upkeep on the property on behalf of the group of owners! Not that we ever were trying to buy a rowhouse, I just frequently think of it because it's the next less demanding level of property ownership.

Plumbing disasters keep happening to us and we are SO ILL-EQUIPPED for this. Every time there's an emergency situation that requires calling a tradesman or whatever, we both need three days of bed rest to recover, but we NEVER GET THEM because Wax has to work all the time and NEW DISASTERS KEEP HAPPENING.

In related news: it rained all night so even though we successfully pumped septic tank #3 (the one with the broken drain to the city) into septic tank #2 (the one with a new, functioning plastic pipe) just yesterday in the falling snow, the basement is full of sewage AGAIN because of the rainwater that ALSO gets into the septic tanks even though it isn't supposed to, so the pump has now been working all day and is still working and the basement is going to have to be disinfected AGAIN.

Also Wax talked to 2? plumbing professionals who didn't know whether the broken pipe is our responsibility or the city's, so now I've sent an email to the city water department just now asking. They only have one general email for the whole department and a long list of phone numbers. I know old tradesmen prefer phones and that makes sense for them but seriously.

In conclusion, don't buy a house, ever. I hate this house. I hate old plumbing designed and installed by some guy named Bob and I don't ever want to look at a septic tank again.
cimorene: Blue text reading "This Old House" over a photo of a small yellow house (knypplinge)
Okay, we made an appointment to talk to the cat behaviorist the next time Wax has a free weekday! (In early December.)

We also walked to the hardware store and got a sump pump, at the suggestion of the really nice and helpful guy who owns our local pump truck business. Wax is consulting a local plumber for quotes (about bypassing the broken pipe with a new pipe hopefully, and also I guess then about all the old pipes under the basement and garage, UGH) but we haven't heard back from him yet. In the meantime, the sump pump is able to pump the reasonably liquid but dirty water from the third of three septic tanks in our insane under-yard sewage/drainage system into the newer, still-functional pipe in the second of the three septic tanks, and that suggestion seems to be working okay for now. It's gross, and the fact that it's below freezing and all snowy makes it worse, but it's better than the tenants not having working drains.

So that leaves fretting about my mammogram Wednesday at the top of my list now.

Also, we're waiting for the snow to melt away (there was a big storm last week) so that Wax can drive our car to the garage to have the snow tires put on. We are carless until that, because we had 0% Can for the crucial just-before-snow period when we SHOULD have had the tires changed.
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The septic tanks for the tenant wing that we couldn't afford to replace with new connections to the sewer when we bought the house have been giving us trouble since. The pipes themselves are degrading and it's worse all the time, but there are two floor drains in the basement under the cement floors, unfortunately.

Last week the septic tanks were drained and just like the last time, only six months ago, the drains were still stopped because of how the old pipes are so easily clogged - they're so rusty that chunks of them are falling off and they're full of cracks that get things stuck in them and produce clogs. We had the guy with the truck to blast the blocks out with water on Wednesday and then today sewage started coming out of the floor drain in the sauna again.

We got lucky though - today the blockage is between the third septic tank and the street. It can probably be fixed just by bypassing that tank with a short bit of new pipe out in the yard.

But the plumbing on the tenant side is not going to last long, according to the plumbers we've had. We have a little money unexpectedly inherited from my great uncle, and we wanted to replace the roof once we find out how much of it we owe in taxes... we don't even know if it would be enough for that, but now it looks like we have to get quotes for this plumbing instead and it might not even wait long enough for us to get a response from the tax agency.
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  • We've had a very stressful vacation, and so has Anubis, because his chemical castration implant wore off and he apparently has a ton of testosterone. He's going crazy: he's peeing on everything, up to like ten times a day, there's pee EVERYWHERE, he even peed on the bed with Wax in it and on the headboard above my head; he's upset and clingy and sad all the time; he must be tortured by horniness, but he doesn't really know what it is and he hasn't ever even seen or smelled an unfixed female cat since the onset of the hormones, so it's like an existential torment. Poor little guy. But our house has become unlivable because it is entirely made of water-vulnerable surfaces. He is going to have to go back to the breeders this weekend, and we don't know if he will be able to get over his aggressive hate for Tristana when he's fixed: we hope he might, but knowledge of the Cat World suggests this is a bit unlikely.


  • Wax is back at work as of this week and as a result of the above, we finished very little of the home renovation stuff that we urgently needed to get done. Most urgently, there are windows that are nearly falling off the house, particularly some hard-to-reach second floor ones, that urgently need to be removed and restored before the glass panes fall out of them, but it's impossible to remove them from inside the house so... that's not great. We knew this as early as last winter, we've just been putting off trying to get them down and restore them because we're not sure how we can get up there with a ladder, if it's even possible, and we've never restored windows before and it looks hard.


  • I have two months left of my work contract and I'm taking anxiety meds almost every day. Also terrified because I don't really know what to do next, or what's the best work to try to look for next, but I think we have decided the most urgent thing is getting a driver's license. I missed that thanks to all the above - we had it marked down for this summer vacation. So I will do that first.


  • I have started reading the Mayfair Witches trilogy. It's not that it's more interesting to me than the vampires are, but after watching seasons 1 and 2 of Interview with the Vampire, I was afraid the events were too fresh in my mind and might feel a bit boring if I read it right away. (I know there were lots of changes from the books in IWTV, of course - Wax and I have discussed it extensively, as these were some of her teenaged favorite comfort reads, and she reread them all last year. Except not the later crazier ones, you know, meeting Jesus and the devil.) Anyway, we also started watching AMC's Mayfair Witches, and I was intrigued by obvious bad adaptation decisions. Wax herself was pointing out changes and saying she couldn't figure out the motivation for them. Also the screenwriting is just a lot weaker than in IWTV (I say this after 3 episodes, so if it gets better later, I haven't found out yet). But anyway, I decided to start there. The Witching Hour and Lasher, published in the early 1990s, are the first Anne Rice books I've ever read, and there are a lot of things to interest me there - I can babble more about it some other time. But the overwhelming dominant impression from these books is unexamined and incoherent Catholic obsessions, in ways that are very, very weird, and often very hilarious. Read more... )

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