Steeling the Self for the Onslaught

Friday night dining out rituals are musts after a long week, to prepare for a long weekend...

Veggie spring rolls at Jaiya.

The apartment has been in disarray since the plasterers repaired the ceiling to fix the damage exacerbated by last year's building roof repair.  Everything got shoved into the middle of the room.  And then on top of that the new dishwasher caused the kitchen cart to move to the livingroom.  And the big office move occasioned the schlepping home of items from the office.  Piled on to piles that grew during normally lax, at best, housekeeping.  Not helped by the continued storage of belongings of Long Term Houseguest, nor the further relaxation of standards with the demise of visits from NF.

Kitchen cart - still in the livingroom. 

State of the guestroom - decidedly not guest-ready.

But this being the greatest city in the world, friends want to visit, and inevitably ask to be housed.  It is spring break season.  Denial can go only so long.  With the arrivals less than a week away, now there are many, many tasks for the weekend.

Today was barely productive.  So tomorrow will need to be quadruply so.

Modest accomplishments.  Some day, one day, the apartment will be ready for drop-in guests and impromptu dinner parties.  Aspirations.

Kitchen cart, back where it belongs.

Newly installed pot lid rack.  Only took a couple of years from purchase of said rack.

Livingroom - in some semblance of order.