“Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.”

Today is chillier than it has been, and last night was downright cold. I woke up during the night really cold. Half of me was uncovered. Nala had more covers than I did. I got up, rearranged the dog and took back my covers. Today I’m putting a blanket on my bed.

I have no coffee. I had no cups of coffee this morning, a bad start to the day. I get coffee by mail, and it will be here in a couple of days so I didn’t want to buy more so, instead of living in misery, I decided to have coffee delivered from Dunkin’, two cups. The delivery was free. I added CVS and Tylenol, also free delivery.

Even I am surprised I survived yesterday. I wanted to put the storm door in the back door as I have to leave it open for the dogs. It was a process. First, I had to take everything off the top two cellars steps: the step ladder, the hand vacuum, the pail with all the floor washing supplies inside, a cooler and a metal container. Next, I went down cellar to get the back door storm. I also collected a small plastic bin filled with small glasses, the Halloween garden flag and a replacement dog door flap. I decided to make one trip upstairs. I went corner to corner step by step to take up the heavy storm. I put the bin on the step behind it. Move the storm, move the bin, move me.

With everything up stairs, I next took out the door screen. That was easy, but the storm is so heavy I had trouble putting it in the door. I used my heavy step ladder to get at the top sort of flaps, but it took me four attempts to get the storm in the door. I cursed the first three tries. Next I took out the old dog door flap. I couldn’t remove two of the screws and had to hammer them. I really needed the hammering. I sat on an outside step and took off the door. When I was done, I had trouble getting up from the step, another round of cursing. I have the new flap on the door but it’s missing two screws. I’ll do that today.

That I didn’t fall or harm myself in any way is a miracle.

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4 Comments on ““Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.””

  1. Peter Birbeck's avatar Peter Birbeck Says:

    Bravo!

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Thank you!

      To add to the story, I was putting some bags of trash out front behind the tall bush. I threw one and my glasses went flying. I checked all around on the ground and couldn’t find them. I got my flashlight. I found them hanging off a branch halfway up on that bush.

  2. katry's avatar katry Says:

    Me too or I’d be doomed.


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