What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
All of them. No, really. I hate them all. Dusting is probably the worst because it’s pointless. I can see the dust settling down as I’m clearing it off. I did get some great spray on bathroom cleaner that has really improved that process. Spray it on the tiles and the tub and go take care of the rest of your life. Whenever you come back — no timing involved — it will clean itself with your next shower.
I scrubbed the kitchen floor. We changed the covers on the sofas. Vacuumed the rug and the stairway. I changed the duvet and cover and put new sheets on the bed. The living room is slightly less hairy, but I figure by tomorrow, it’ll look as if it were never cleaned.
The tree is nice, though. Cheerful. I’m still pondering buying some wrapping paper for presents. I really ought to do that before there aren’t any.
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
That is a cruel question for an aging woman. Probably the last time I got that shooting pain in the bones of my chest, probably from changing the comforter and doing all that cleaning.
Nothing makes me feel more alive than a few seconds of sheer agony.
How many times have you moved in the last ten years?
None. We are planted in this house. They will have to carry us away.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?
We went to the doctor and have learned that is likely Garry can get a cochlear implant. Maybe two. We aren’t there yet, however. There are more tests to run, insurance to be navigated. Schedules to meet.
If it’s a “go,” Garry should be able to hear. We aren’t there yet. I don’t want to get too excited about anything until we are sure it will happen, but it is looking good.