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|B9 x K9 RE:creation of elliptical alcove trombone blinds in the name of home-making
8 May 2019> Dear Inurnet, had to take our brand new elliptical completely apart to troubleshoot the ruckus rattling on... Schwinn don't inkloot no service tech visit in their warranty. They sent sum crank puller chingalera w/ no instructions, even googling around couldn't find no specs for our model (470) + calling support was useless.... tho we did detourmine we had a busted bearing in the flywheel (stuck a screwdriver against the axle + we heard it), so now they gotta send that part out + then another week for a tech to come out + replace it, so won't be using our elliptical for another 2 weeks.... guess it's running for us, which actually, Malcolm X park is perty good for running, essentially a ¾ mile stairmaster loop up + down Meridian Hill.
9 May> Finished turning what was a closet into an alcove extension to our dining room (what the previous owners used as a study). Here's the before + after (we matched the same color, Cheetah):
+ behind the clunky doors were IKEA wire shelves + a harsh flourescent light + the baseboard was cut in pieces so had to rejig that w/ other baseboard pieces + wood putty + installed a hanging Moroccan light.
10 May> Our stuff arrived yesterday to Bodymore... now gotta clear customs + get past Frank Sabotka. We ain't bin talking about much hear on The Daily Noose b-sides home improvement, ain't done no writing, but we are working out sum new tunes on our black acostic guitar. And we came up with sum lairics to a track we layed down just before our instrawments got shipping on high seas... here tis:
11 May> Walked to Capitol Hill to go to the nursery, on the way scored a trombone someone left outside w/ a "free stuff" sign... weird as 30 minutes earlier we was walking by some street performers playing drums + a trombone + we both remarked how cool an instrawment the trombone was... even if it don't work completely sure we can get it to make some sorta noise. Came back + planted some stuff + replaced the fancy kitchen pendant lights w/ sum lo-bro mason jars 1s w/ Edison bulbs.
12 May> Removed the poofy oppressive curtains ("Ethan Allen Box-Pleated Balloon Shade Toppers made of Shalini silk") + replaced them w/ wood blinds... still trying to sell the curtains.
Also replaced the grandma-looking ceiling fan w/ cooler 1s... those ceiling fans aint ez to install! Got another 1 to go.
13 May> Just when we was resigned to not get our stuff for weeks (if ever) we got a cryptic message last night (sunday) saying they can deliver our wordly goods on wednesday! Onelie 2 moss noches slumbering on the chaise lounge... or mustering to slumber spose we shd say as haven't bin doing mush actshoal sleeping, jus 2 hrs at a time otherwise feel we're wasting our life away laying awake in the darkness counting sheep. Sure our resent alements are psycho-somatic, caused by the stress of this move, the waiting, the anticipation, bin in limbo for 4-5 months now, or longer than that even as never felt we had our feet planted in Rome this past year. Knot shore ever we've had our pies plantados. We harbor stress in our left sholder, manifesting as pain. Our fingertips on our left hand numb + tingly, no sensation... ever since 2013 or so when we lived on Riverside Dr, tweaked sumping, feels like a pinched nerve. It sort of went away... or did we get used to it? Happens to be same fingers as where we got stung by a stonefish. Maybe stonefish neurotoxins doing sumping after all these years? + losing hearing in our right ear last year. Our eyes halve been going for the past 5 yrs, up to 2..0 reading glasses + even stuff across the room fuzzy. + this vertigo... baysickly losing control of our senses. Hope wheel feel moss grounded when we're reunuited w/ hour whirled possessions. No more next week, next month, next year, just the hear + now, home.
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