“I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it.”

I woke up late this morning and rushed over to my neighbor’s house in record time for our Monday’s at 10. My back was so bad I stopped three or four times before I got there. Today is cold and dank and doesn’t bolster my spirits in any way. I am sick and tired of winter and the few days of pseudo spring we’ve had.

The first load of wash is in the machine. I got tired of looking at it leaning against the cellar door. A second load sits on the floor waiting its turn. Adam and Eve before the apple had it easy.

When I was growing up, I never realized how much work my mother actually did around the house. I’d see her making dinner but that was about it. While I was at school, she cleaned, vacuumed, made beds, washed clothes and ironed. My empty bureau drawers would magically fill. My bed would be made and my room cleaned. I never gave any of that much thought. I don’t think I ever said thank you. I just supposed it was what mothers did.

I am living by myself which I quite enjoy. There are no expectations. Today I might do this or I might do that or I might do neither. I make lists only when I have lolled far too long. I believe a written list of chores is binding much like Moses must have felt walking down the mountain with the ten commandments. If the chore is there before my eyes, I have to do it though that’s where the comparison with Moses ends. His was mostly a don’t do list though there were a couple of have to’s. I am quite faithful to finishing my lists, and I cross off each completed item with a flourish.

Coffee was going on hiatus today but then I got started and the words just poured out. My two typing fingers had quite the work-out. I do have to stop, though, my first load of laundry is done and needs to go into the dryer. A woman’s work is never done, sort of.

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10 Comments on ““I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it.””

  1. Richard Says:

    “Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day / Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way” … yeah, you right. I just got back from the Shopping Run and discovered I forgot an item I specifically went to get: Garlic. Three heads. For Potato/Garlic Soup. I hate when that happens. I know; make a list, right? I don’t do that ‘cuz I figure a list is just a collection of items I think I might want sometime in the future. Besides, I’d forget it at home, so …

    I can empathise with you about the back. The sciatic nerve is sending me several unpleasant reminders that it’s still there and it’s still pissed about what I did to it in the ‘60s during Gym class. I’m kinda surprised it took this long to wreak its vengeance upon Little Me.

    We are all After-the-Storm-Shiny-Bright today. Total rainfall for our area must have exceeded 12” for the five-day Grand Tour de Rain. I had no flooding in my area, but other parts of town got hit quite hard, as did cities in other parts of TN and MS. Having been flooded on four separate occasions when I lived in New Orleans, I can understand only too well what they’re going thru. After Katrina, I was fortunate to have encountered Charlie Co. of the 108th Field Arty out of PA as they passed out MREs and bottled water. Great troops. I know they weren’t particularly thrilled to be on hurricane relief duty, but they were quite professional.

    Wash. I, too, have that same task ahead of me. It’s sitting there in the washer, lurking … it’s issuing a dare: “Wash me! I dare you!” … well okay, then …

    I doubt any kids at any time ever realise how much their parents do for them. During the ‘Growing-Up’ phase, it’s All About ME!, and unless it’s directed toward satisfying the Juvenilistic Momentary Urges, it’s not important. Only after we’re out on our own do we even begin to have an inkling of what it takes to make everyday life work.

    I, like you, live by myself. I wouldn’t want anyone else in the house with me. I make my own schedule – such as it is – and direct my own actions. “But wouldn’t you like to have a relationship?,” people ask. Well, not as such. I’d love to meet someone and establish a monogamous bond without the need to live together. Combining two households inevitably leads to rancor, since there’s always The Question: “What do I need to throw away to make room for their stuff?” – and it applies on both sides of the equation. George Carlin was right. I don’t want to get rid of ANY of my ‘stuff.’ Whenever I was flooded, I figured whatever ‘stuff’ was left was ‘stuff’ I was supposed to have. After each flood, I had less ‘stuff.’ I want ALL my ‘stuff’ now. So, if I meet a lady who enjoys playin’ with the ‘pink squeezy bits’ and likes to spend the occasional night or two together before going back to her place (and yes, that can be reversed), I’ll consider a ‘relationship.’ Otherwise, no.

    I’m off now to teach the laundry who’s boss … and here’s the Monday Music …

    • katry Says:

      The source of my list is what I need. As I run out of something, it goes on the list. If I am making something specific, I check my provisions then add what I don’t have. Once in a while I see a special not on my list which I’ll buy. It is usually some sort of meat.

      Load number 1 is folded and on the steps. Load number 2 is in the dryer. Load number 3 is animal stuff like the bottom of the crate, a pillow and afghan.

      Now we’re getting some of that rain tonight and tomorrow. I doubt it will be any where as much as you got.

      I think I always took my parents for granted, especially my mother the workhorse of the family. It was when I was in college I realized how much my mother did for all of us.

      The first place I ever lived alone was in Ghana. That was the most difficult time ever. I was adjusting to a whole new culture thousands of miles from home and I had no one to talk to about it. The nearest volunteer was almost 50 miles away, but I learned how to manage and I actually enjoyed being alone as my students dropped in often. When I came home, I had a roommate, a financial necessity. As soon as I could, I bought my own house.

      Time to switch loads!

  2. olof1 Says:

    Grey and dul here but reasonable warm. We need many more warm days so our gravel roads can be walkable again, at the time they’re just slimy mud. We did have lots of fog this morning, I wonder if they had predicted that 🙂

    My mother couldn’t stand being abhouse wife so we had to do much ourselves, no magic in my home 🙂
    Now days I just do what ever needs to be done and hopefully before it becomes too much 🙂 It is so much nicer to sit and read a book 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      We have some of that but it is quite cold outside. Luckily our roads are paved so we don’t have to deal with a whole lot of mud.

      My friends all thought I had it easy as my mother did the stuff like making the beds. They were right. I did have it easy.

      I do stuff when I finally get the energy and ambition. It takes a while sometimes.

      Have a wonderful evening!

  3. Birgit Says:

    Laundry, chores, lists… I’ve just read that today is your national Napping Day!

  4. Bob Says:

    Like you I never thought of the hard work it took to keep house when I was a kid. My mother had a maid who came one day a week to help. My mother would drive to and from the bus stop to pick her up and drop her off. In those days of segregation blacks couldn’t live on our side of town. Today it’s a little easier because we don’t have an iron because our cloths are wash and wear. My mother had to prepare meals from scratch while today so much of what we eat are either frozen or prepared pre-packaged ready for the microwave.

    • katry Says:

      I didn’t know anyone who had a maid or a housekeeper. My mother used to tell us she wasn’t our maid and that’s as close as I got.

      I actually have a pile waiting to be ironed. They are linen napkins. I have several old tablecloths and napkins which must be ironed. I often take the tablecloths to the cleaners to be ironed.

      My mother her whole life made food from scratch. I do it for company or when I bring food to my friends. I am lazy about cooking when I an alone.

      • Bob Says:

        We don’t have fancy things like table cloths or linen napkins. We buy the good paper napkins and the expensive paper plates when company comes to eat.

      • katry Says:

        I have many tablecloths including one I had made in Ghana. When I’m by myself, I use paper napkins and plates, but never for company, and that includes my friends down the street. I do give out paper if we’re eating something like ribs.

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