For at least two months after moving in, people were drilling a lot. I’m pretty sure it was the same people because the drilling sounded the same every time. I wonder if they have any room left on their walls…

The drilling has got rarer but what will never go away is the sound of my neighbour’s kitchen drawers. The drawers are loud, I know because mine are too. Unfortunately, their kitchen is on the other side of my bedroom wall. And they are early birds — even on weekends. I’m not because I want to stay up late at least once or twice a week.

I can also hear the blender and the beating or chopping, but the drawers are the worst. They’re driving me absolutely bonkers.

And Minna said, let there be curtains in the living-room, and let them divide the lights from the lights. And Minna bought the curtains, and they divided the lights which were outside from the lights which were inside: and it was so.

And on the third day of August Minna ended her work which she had made; and she rested on the Sunday from all her work which she had made.

Not before making the resting place of course.

Today I’ve been making raspberry pie and in addition to forgetting to buy creme fraiche (I had it in my hand but between the shelf and the cashier, it disappeared! It’s missing from the receipt so I didn’t pay for it thankfully.) and probably botching the pie dough (40 g of butter and 10 cookies is supposed to make a dough you can mold?! Yeah, right.), I managed to burn both my arms.

Right arm while putting the pie in, left arm while taking it out. I really need shoulder-length oven mittens. (Or better yet, a head-to-toe padded and insulated safety overall.)

I’ll take a picture of the pie (it’s not very interesting-looking) when it’s done.

I’m so clumsy in my kitchen anyway (emphasis on “my” because it’s just a matter of proportions — mine or the kitchen’s). The hood of the stove is above my eye-level so I’m always bumping my head into it when I cook something on the back burners. I thought of taping some yellow and black warning tape on it or attach some dangly things (beads or something) there. Also the cupboard doors are hazardous because I’m always forgetting them half-open — bruises and bumps are guaranteed when I’m unloading the dishwasher.

Anyway, here’s the pie!

It’s not burned (I had to take it out of the oven a little prematurely cause I had to leave to meet my aunt at the train station) but the cookie colour or butter seeped into the filling. It was delicious, despite the missing fraiche (I used some lemon juice as a substitute for sourness).

My bed (who cares about that) and my TV stand (!!!) finally arrived! Now I don’t have to stare at the floor while watching TV! They would’ve delivered them last Wednesday but I was 400 km away from home — at our summer cottage — so I had to postpone it to this Monday.

I assembled the thing this morning. I had received and assembled that small drawer on the right side of the TV before. First I thought I wouldn’t attach the backboards to the stand (they’re just thin panels that are nailed to the stand) but then I noticed they leave a hole in the middle for all the cords to get through — excellent! Now the cords are in an almost-manageable mess hidden behind the table.

The top drawer (under the TV) holds my remote controls, the bottom drawer is currently empty, the bigger drawers are pretty much unused (I put user manuals there for the time being). I’ll have to think what to put on those lower shelves, I don’t have enough gadgets. Maybe I’ll bring my favourite CDs there so I don’t have to get them from the bookcase whenever I need them.

(Sheesh, camera phone is bad indoors without ceiling lights…)

Only I noticed that the “legs” (little square stubs of sofa legs) are unevenly painted. There is proper, dark colour on some of the sides and lighter on others (like they’re missing a layer or two of paint). I’m going to go to the store to see if I they can send me new ones.