Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter-productivity.
I have no excuse for the lateness of Coffee today. It was close to afternoon when I woke up. I took my time reading the Globe and savoring my two cups of coffee. I totally finished the crossword puzzle. I ate a really tasty banana and shared it with the dogs. I think banana is their favorite fruit. I still have the Cape Times to read.
Today is amazing. It is 79˚, today’s high. The low will be 58˚. I’m going to have to find a blanket just in case, but two dogs do keep me warm. An every now and then slight breeze cools the air. I don’t hear a sound. It is such a quiet day. I have the light on here in the den. It is dark for paper reading. The sun won’t appear until afternoon. The den windows face the north and west.
I chose home today. The dust is back, and the kitchen floor is disgustingly filled with paw prints. I held off washing it as rain was predicted yesterday. It did rain but while we were in bed and everything was dry when we woke up. I deem today tackle the downstairs day. I can take dust for only so long.
I picked up a few groceries yesterday. I bought a half papaya, the biggest one I’ve ever seen. I bought bananas, Klondike bars, bread, two dog biscuits and a blueberry turnover. I ate the turnover first. It was so good I was sorry I hadn’t bought the other, an apple turnover. I’ll know better next time.
When I was a kid, I don’t remember my mother cleaning the house. I remember her doing dishes and taking down and folding laundry off the lines in the back. She did all the rest while we were in school. I used to watch her make dinner. I’d be doing my homework at the kitchen table. She stood in front of the counter by the sink. It was the longest of short counters in our small kitchen. I remember the chopping sounds and the water running into metal pans. Sometimes we talked but mostly she cooked and I studied. My mother washed the dishes after dinner. She never made us do them. I did the clearing and the dish washing much later when I was an adult. She got to sit at the kitchen table and chat with me.
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July 30, 2021 at 2:58 pm
Hi Kat,
Another cooler day with a forecast high of only 98° under a few puffy white clouds. 🙂 Tomorrow we should get into the triple digits again.
I detest housework. When I was single I had a maid come to my one bedroom apartment every week to clean. After marriage, my spouse fired the maid and has been keeping house ever since. She thought that the maid was hot for me. 🙂 I didn’t want it to turn into an episode of Seinfeld and made sure the maid and I knew our boundaries.
I love summer fruit best of all. Nothing compares to a fresh peach, plum or nectarine. I also enjoy blueberries, strawberries and watermelon. I don’t know why I’m not a fan of bananas. They are supposed to be a super healthy fruit. Probably the fact that they are good for me is probably why I don’t like them. A friend of mine says, “If you put something in your mouth and it tastes good, then spit it out”. 🙂
It’s the beginning of the month soon so I’m heading to the barbershop for my monthly trim. I found a real barbershop and not a chain hair cutting salon. They actually use shaving cream around the ears and shave you with a straight razor. I am always interested to buy or use the services of a local independent merchant rather than the big box chain companies.
July 30, 2021 at 5:09 pm
HI Bob,
It got warm this afternoon but stayed cool enough I didn’t need my AC. I had to shut the window behind me as the people in the rental we’re on the deck facing my window. They weren’t really loud, but I’m just not used to people being there.
I’ve already vacuumed the rooms down here. The kitchen is clean except for the floor. The cleaning has started.
I also love all straw and blue berries. I’m not a raspberry fan but I like black berries. My local market has all of them and also small watermelon. If I’m feeling lazy, I buy them already cut into pieces.
I think there is still a barber shop in the next town over. It is the third generation cutting hair. I do see men where I go to get my hair cut. They just get a regular cut, nothing fancy.
July 30, 2021 at 7:01 pm
Old fashioned barbershops are getting hard to find. This one in my neighborhood has a sign in the window, “Men and boys, we fix bad haircuts”. My barber said a woman poked her head inside today and asked if they cut woman’s hair, he told her no, only boys and men.
July 30, 2021 at 11:19 pm
I remember my father going to his barbershop on Saturdays for a trim. It was a small shop with three seats. My niece used to take her boys to a shop with cars and fire trucks as barber seats.