[RTO] Stagnant Air
Mar. 19th, 2003 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaBy now, people's homes stink of being sealed up all winter.
I can't wait for it to be consistently warm enough that I can rip off the damned window plastic and air out the place.
I wonder how my family would react to the plastic. Probably would call it a trailer trash lower class solution. Maybe not. Maybe I'm getting through to Mom about conservation not being a class thing. Between her cleaning lady and myself, I think she finally consented to packing old clothing up for charity, rather than just for trash. She doesn't mind me coming home and raiding her kitchen cast-offs, even if the shallow sister finds it juvenile and tacky and otherwise meriting numerous exasperated sighs "You can buy your own cheese grater!" 'Sure, but this one still works fine, so why bother?"
I grew up in central air. Mom freaked if we opened windows. Then again, we had a lot of outside to ourselves.
But, I really like sleeping with the window cracked, especially if it's raining.
I don't particularly like the window plastic either, but it works. Maybe if I get off my ass and install curtain rods, then I can make heavy curtains by next winter. Since I've already renewed the lease through then, I suppose I should make this a project.
Just reading about the likely level of toxins in my non-filtered apartment makes me want to budget for a serious professional cleaning, and get lots of houseplants. Anyone want to give me plant cuttings? I'm afraid to buy too many plants because I'm likely to just kill them. But I do like having plants around.
She closes her essay by describing places as being alive. Which is funny, because my parents' house is usually the family member I miss most. We spent the most time together, with relatively few disagreements.
I can't wait for it to be consistently warm enough that I can rip off the damned window plastic and air out the place.
I wonder how my family would react to the plastic. Probably would call it a trailer trash lower class solution. Maybe not. Maybe I'm getting through to Mom about conservation not being a class thing. Between her cleaning lady and myself, I think she finally consented to packing old clothing up for charity, rather than just for trash. She doesn't mind me coming home and raiding her kitchen cast-offs, even if the shallow sister finds it juvenile and tacky and otherwise meriting numerous exasperated sighs "You can buy your own cheese grater!" 'Sure, but this one still works fine, so why bother?"
I grew up in central air. Mom freaked if we opened windows. Then again, we had a lot of outside to ourselves.
But, I really like sleeping with the window cracked, especially if it's raining.
I don't particularly like the window plastic either, but it works. Maybe if I get off my ass and install curtain rods, then I can make heavy curtains by next winter. Since I've already renewed the lease through then, I suppose I should make this a project.
Just reading about the likely level of toxins in my non-filtered apartment makes me want to budget for a serious professional cleaning, and get lots of houseplants. Anyone want to give me plant cuttings? I'm afraid to buy too many plants because I'm likely to just kill them. But I do like having plants around.
She closes her essay by describing places as being alive. Which is funny, because my parents' house is usually the family member I miss most. We spent the most time together, with relatively few disagreements.
