Apropos of nothing
Saturday, August 27th, 2022 07:14 pmYes, it's hard to get up out of this sofa/ loveseat. Yes I've wanted a new one for over ten years. Yes there are cheapish ones available but they require DIY assembly or paying others to do it which, on top of delivery, renders them not cheap anymore. And if I'm spending hundreds of dollars, a new mattress comes first. Oh, and getting some muscle in my legs wouldn't hurt either.
Given that my mother didn't train any of us in household chores when we were kids (well, we did do the washing up, and she did show me how to iron my brother's shirts when I was seventeen) I have no idea how my older bro became such a house husband. Living alone in a bachelor apartment, maybe. Younger bro was always finicky about his surroundings so I suppose that's how he learned. My sister and I live in chaos and I don't expect people to enjoy my cooking.
Having couchpotatoed most of this week, I moved a lot today. Vacuumed and laundry on the line and books to and from the library and tackled the backyard vines because garage tenant will be around soon. The oddity was that last night was all disturbed sleep full of ouchy wakings, ascribable to my usual 'one week after vaccine' malaise, which oddly didn't bother me yesterday or today. Unfortunately it led to one of my semi-chronic semi-nightmares where for once I didn't murder someone back in the 70s, or didn't murder someone and then try to hide the body. No, this time I cut off their hand and tried to hide the fact, which is hard when they're right there with no hand.
Given that my mother didn't train any of us in household chores when we were kids (well, we did do the washing up, and she did show me how to iron my brother's shirts when I was seventeen) I have no idea how my older bro became such a house husband. Living alone in a bachelor apartment, maybe. Younger bro was always finicky about his surroundings so I suppose that's how he learned. My sister and I live in chaos and I don't expect people to enjoy my cooking.
Having couchpotatoed most of this week, I moved a lot today. Vacuumed and laundry on the line and books to and from the library and tackled the backyard vines because garage tenant will be around soon. The oddity was that last night was all disturbed sleep full of ouchy wakings, ascribable to my usual 'one week after vaccine' malaise, which oddly didn't bother me yesterday or today. Unfortunately it led to one of my semi-chronic semi-nightmares where for once I didn't murder someone back in the 70s, or didn't murder someone and then try to hide the body. No, this time I cut off their hand and tried to hide the fact, which is hard when they're right there with no hand.
