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aamusedinatx) wrote2006-08-26 09:06 am
aamusedinatx) wrote2006-08-26 09:06 am
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Saturday's Alright for Domestic Goddesses
A Painting we will go,
A Painting we will go,
High ho, a Meri-o
A Painting we will go.
My "GOAL" before 11:30am PT this morning, when Dr Strangelove arrives to help, is to have the entire kitchen cleaned out and cleaned off, the ceiling taped and paint supplies ready so all we have to do is paint.
Now, did I do ANY of that last night? No.
So this morning, I'm up at my weekday time instead of my weekend time. In an hour and a half I have made myself coffee, croaked, hacked, coughed and grumbled my way through dishes, finding the surface of my table for the first time in four months, (so much for my vow to eat at the table instead of in front of the TV once I moved in here), put pantry items back into the pantry out of the way, moved the microwave cart and all its contents into my bedroom. Moved the dog food into my bedroom, put up the baby gate to corral the animals back in the bed/hall/bath area, watched un-surprised while Frankenkitty cleared the gate with one defiant leap and minced over to her cat tree in the livingroom to lick her butt. Swept up oodles of furkid hair-bunnies, found a pair of sunglasses I'd given up hope of finding, drank my half-cold coffee, and sat down here to type after realizing I forgot to clear the top of the fridge.
Tape? We don't need no stinkin' tape.
Actually, once I catch my breath, clearing the top of the fridge, storing away the clean dishes and taping off the room is the next step.
This from a woman who inherited the right to vote today (thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saladbar for the anniversary reminder!) I am steeped in old-time domestic drudgery. Yah me!
Hack, cough, wheeze.
A Painting we will go,
High ho, a Meri-o
A Painting we will go.
My "GOAL" before 11:30am PT this morning, when Dr Strangelove arrives to help, is to have the entire kitchen cleaned out and cleaned off, the ceiling taped and paint supplies ready so all we have to do is paint.
Now, did I do ANY of that last night? No.
So this morning, I'm up at my weekday time instead of my weekend time. In an hour and a half I have made myself coffee, croaked, hacked, coughed and grumbled my way through dishes, finding the surface of my table for the first time in four months, (so much for my vow to eat at the table instead of in front of the TV once I moved in here), put pantry items back into the pantry out of the way, moved the microwave cart and all its contents into my bedroom. Moved the dog food into my bedroom, put up the baby gate to corral the animals back in the bed/hall/bath area, watched un-surprised while Frankenkitty cleared the gate with one defiant leap and minced over to her cat tree in the livingroom to lick her butt. Swept up oodles of furkid hair-bunnies, found a pair of sunglasses I'd given up hope of finding, drank my half-cold coffee, and sat down here to type after realizing I forgot to clear the top of the fridge.
Tape? We don't need no stinkin' tape.
Actually, once I catch my breath, clearing the top of the fridge, storing away the clean dishes and taping off the room is the next step.
This from a woman who inherited the right to vote today (thank you,
saladbar for the anniversary reminder!) I am steeped in old-time domestic drudgery. Yah me!Hack, cough, wheeze.