Big title for a rather mundane blog. Yes, you heard it here first, so don’t complain when you get to the end, that it was much ado about nothing. Credit to Shakespeare!
I hate housework. Always have, always will. I don’t care for things that are boring and have such transient results. In my house that means a few minutes often. And that definitely makes it less than worthwhile.
I do it, and have been pretty darn religious about it since the big room by room wash down a year and a half ago. Still, you wouldn’t even want to think about eating off my floors. Only the dogs do that, and they have no class at all anyway.
I can mop a floor here, and go off to shop only to return to find large sand piles in the kitchen where the dogs have plopped awaiting my return. It’s dangerous most days to move around unshoed. Cats puke with regularity around here for some reason, and well, you get the picture. Everything that can cling to dog or cat fur ends up on my floor.
The walls are always speckled with muddy water, shook from said dogs. Cats seldom shake, and I don’t know why that is. Tubs are ringed with tiny kitty prints as they snoop far and wide.
And don’t even get me started on husbands! No, best leave that subject alone.
And you thought living in the country was clean? No, in a word. We live 1/2 mile from the dirt road and it manages to find its way back here and leaves a dusty trail with about two days. So much for all that “clean” air.
I have in a word given up, and just keep the surface clean, but don’t even suggest you want to visit, cause I’ll get the vapors. I’m just lucky to live with the Contrarian who thinks closets and drawers are for people who want to lose things. Better to dump it on the floor nearby where I can stub my toe in the middle of the night.
Speaking of which, a joke all women can relate to:
How do you know when your husband has fallen asleep on the couch, from the other room you are in?
When you hear the remote hit the floor.
Relate? Told ya you would.
I’m off to a luncheon today at the Church, which is why not much thought is going into this post. Just so ya know. Conversation with women is always so eclectic I think. It can range from tampons to Iran in a heartbeat and it all makes perfect sense to us.
I’m doing Facebook again. I signed up a couple of years ago, never got it, never found any groups I liked, and pretty much ignored it. Border Explorer mentioned to me that she had “friended” me and I related that I didn’t much participate. Well Twittering has pretty much been a bore, especially since all those who want to be me twitter friends these days are young women who don’t like to wear clothes. I’d be suspicious that the Contrarian was about nefariously twitting behind my back on my name, but he cares less about that stuff than he does about what’s going on in Big Brother, and he cares NOT about that.
Anyhooo, I had some time, and wandered over. Either it changed a lot, or I didn’t get it. It’s a lot more fun than I thought, and BE and I are mafia partners and playing Mafia Wars. It seems that QuakerDave is there a lot, as is Jeannelle, and a number of other bloggers. We exchange a lot of links and so forth and chat real time occasionally, which is also new.
I’ve befriended a few Church friends too. But what I just started doing is tracking down high school classmates. I’ve been in touch with a couple so far, and the stories of what we have done in the intervening 40+ years is truly amazing. It’s just fascinating to learn who married who, and what people ended up doing for a living and so forth.
So if you Facebook, look me up. You can follow the link on the left side or just enter my name, Sherry Peyton to find me.
Brandy and Bear had a great walk today with me. Brandy was in the bean field, only her tail wagging furiously as she ran along down the rows. Every ten yards or so, she leaped up and dove back under, much like a dolphin. Soon Bear got intrigued and joined her.
They raced along, until, whhhooooosh, a hen pheasant rose, followed by two, then two, then two more, all juveniles. So the pheasant population seems to have done well this year.
The dogs were ecstatic, and she was grinning from ear to ear as she rejoined me on the lane. I guess that passes for great fun for a dog.
Tomorrow is another full day at church it seems. Meetings at 9 before service, and at 10:30 after. I seem to be getting “involved.” I’m visiting the food pantry Tuesday to “learn the ropes” as it were. I went from having almost no commitments any month to having 5-6 or more. For a lazy person, that’s a lot, but I’m enjoying it, and finding it worthwhile and satisfying. Hopefully I am of some service to others in some small way.
Catch ya tomorrow for something or other! Visit on Facebook if time is short!
Randal Graves said:
Some of us are kind enough to put the remote on the couch so that the worst that can happen is that it slips underneath the cushion. Less wear and tear that way.
yeah, I know what you mean. The Contrarian has the gadget firmly grasped in his paw until he dozes off to snooze land, then, “clunk” she hits the floor. It’s like a pacifier, but he claims, he does it all for “my entertainment delight.” “Who finds them Johnny Depp movies for ya baby?” LOL…
Cleaning is so over rated. It just gets dirty again, like in a minute or two, when you live in the windy dusty desert….Of course I’d like a clean house, but also would like someone else to clean it. I’ll friend you on FB….I’ll be the person whose name you do not know…but you’ll figure it out when you check out my friends list…
rofl Mompriest. I’ll be looking for ya!
Border Explorer said:
I’m on Facebook so much more than I’m on Blogger that Border Explorer is floundering. But I’m on level 164 of Mafia Wars (!).
Welcome to my world. 😉
ROFL BE. I think it’s a fun game but it runs a lot slower for me, so I don’t spend so much time there. I am at level 6 I think! lol…But I’m having a lot of fun on FB and finding some old friends and classmates is really neat.
Pat - Arkansas said:
As the new bride was heard to remark: “Housework! You vaccuum, dust, sweep the floors, wash the dishes, make the bed! What’s the use? Six weeks later you have to do it all over again!”
Amen to that Pat, but back here in the holler it gets amazingly dirty. Part of it is the wood smoke in the winter which has made my walls utterly horrid, but boy, rural living is way dirtier than city. I guess it’s because its more closed up and air conditioned or something.
I so totally agree with you about housecleaning. Oddly, what I like to do is laundry, especially hanging the clothes on the line (as TX has a lot of sunshine). I “friended” you on FB, since you brought it up. My daughters think I’m pretty weird to be on FB, but it’s fun. I am somewhat addicted to the Green Patch, though it is a little embarrassing to say so. But at least it buys land in the Rain Forest.
Green Patch? I haven’t found that yet! lol. Oh boy more to get involved with. Church ministries are seriously eating into my time now, and now FB. I’ll be looking for you on FB Jan.
Ruth Hull Chatlien said:
Cleaning is such a bore. We do it once approximately every two weeks. Not too tidy but enough to keep the house manageable.
I’d drop off if it were not for the dogs and cats. They just are soooo dang sloppy. My floors are good for maybe a day at best before there is a trail of dirty paw prints in the kitchen and bathroom. Yes, they got a pail of water outside, a creek about 25 feet away, and a water dish indoors, but the toilets are their favorite place to drink. Go figure. They ain’t city dogs!