Category: housekeeping
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hide-a-bed
Last night, Tim helped me move a sofa from the bedroom I use as my at-home office to the garage. There’s an awful lot going on in that sentence so let me break it down for you: Tim usually comes over every Saturday night for dinner and a game of Spirit Island. Chances are very Read.
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Garage cleanup – spring 2023
I wish I had a “before” photo so you’d have some idea what kind of a mess I was facing when I started cleaning up the garage Sunday morning. After working in the garage on and off all winter, and more often in the last few months, there were scraps of wood piled up on Read.
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contradictory
I gave the bathroom a thorough cleaning yesterday morning. It really needed it. Cleaning the bathroom is one of those things that I utterly despise while I’m doing it, and yet somehow after it’s done I feel a rewarding sense of accomplishment. Also, I really like using a clean bathroom. However, I will dread the Read.
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frat party
As usual on Sunday morning, our kitchen looked like a bunch of frat boys had been up all night drinking and eating snacks while they did whatever frat boys do all night. In reality it was nothing like that. Tim comes over on Saturday afternoon for an early dinner and then we play a board Read.
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plain sight
My Darling B was looking for a shaker filled with pepper flakes she got from the grocery last week. She asked me if I knew what happened to it, as if I had a clue where she shelved her herbs and spices. I don’t put that stuff away, not because I have this highfalutin idea Read.
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ain’t gotta wash no mo
We have a dish washer again! Well, we always had a dish washer. For the past eight months I’ve been the dish washer, after our dish washing machine broke down at the end of February. I don’t have the slightest idea how to troubleshoot repairs to dish washing machines so I didn’t even try and Read.
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Venting
Pardon me while I … vent. The guys who put the siding on my house installed the dryer vent on the bottom. It’s basically a flimsy aluminum tube shoved through a hole in the wall with four flimsy plastic flaps to shut out the weather. It’s not screwed or glued or fastened to the wall Read.
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what’s going on
Got my bike down from the rafters, pumped the tires full of air and took a ride around Lake Monona yesterday morning – an eleven-mile circle, the shortest route I could make – and it just about kicked my butt; the first ride of the summer season usually does. After a couple more rides I’ll Read.
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inevitable breakdown
The dishwasher broke down, because of course the dishwasher would break down during the third week of a statewide shelter in place order triggered by a worldwide pandemic. Read.
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sniffing the air
“Do you smell something burning?” My Darling B asked me the other night as I was watching something on television. I put the program I was watching on pause, because that’s how you smell things better, and sniffed the air. “No,” I answered, “but then I can’t smell much at all right now.” We’re both Read.
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