My house is a shrine to single socks. For some reason, it’s the expensive running socks that seem to get separated from one another. Never the cheap-o, ten-per-pack knock-around-the-house socks. Only the nice, padded ones. Eventually, the missing sock does (usually) turn up, stuck to something else, courtesy of static cling. I had one sock,Continue reading “Land Of Lost Running Socks And Planning The Next Season (!)”
Category Archives: Housework
I Spring-Cleaned To Exhaustion
It seemed like a good idea. Clean out the closet and clothes drawers, and donate to charity. It led to a pissy mood staring at my untidy pantry, pulling everything off the shelves, cleaning them, and ordering canisters, racks, and bins to reorganize everything. It’s all my husband’s fault. He was watching a cooking showContinue reading “I Spring-Cleaned To Exhaustion”
My House Is Stupid Clean Now
The place has not looked this good for 106 days. That’s how long it’s been since my foot surgery, when I panic-cleaned for a week. I know. Even I am shocked by this. It’s been since Thanksgiving, 2019 that company has crossed our threshold. Prepping for visitors is hard work. Even if they are peopleContinue reading “My House Is Stupid Clean Now”
Company’s Coming! Or, The New World Version Of Face Time With Family
Next weekend, we get to do something we have not done in a year and a half. We host a family member in our house. Funny how strange this is. Pre-COVID, I never would have thought about it, beyond the usual tidy up the place and make sure our visitor (my niece) will be comfortableContinue reading “Company’s Coming! Or, The New World Version Of Face Time With Family”
Crack Of Dawn Training: Not All It’s Cracked Up To Be
It’s back to the running, the road bike, and the pool at the butt crack of early morning. The foot is doing well (no bare feet, so no triathlon transitions yet, until after the 90th day post-surgery) and no trail running until late September. No swim fins, either, until the 90th day. But everything elseContinue reading “Crack Of Dawn Training: Not All It’s Cracked Up To Be”
The Only Voice In My Head Is My Own…And We Argue
I’ve been working from home for 14 months, and I’ll admit this much: I hated it in the beginning. I am a child of the office age, not the technology age. I started working in the late seventies; we had clunky word processors masquerading as computers, but mostly it was pens, notepads and phones (push-buttonContinue reading “The Only Voice In My Head Is My Own…And We Argue”
Big-Ass Dust Bunnies And Other Discoveries
When you’re mostly stuck at home, it’s amazing what you find when you have the chance. All those times I said I didn’t have the time to deep-clean the place…well, that’s no longer an excuse in the isolation era. But in doing so, it’s scary when you realize there are corners and crevices of yourContinue reading “Big-Ass Dust Bunnies And Other Discoveries”
Old Is Serious...Aging Is Hilarious 