Oh my goodness! Nilly baby is coming soon!

javachik, it is too bad you cannot attach a mop to the wigglebutts, and solve the problem!

I am bad at doing anything. I hate it all. Especially dishes, laundry and putting things away. Also, the litterbox.

I cleaned the litterboxes, poop-scooped the back yard, and then tackled the extremely onerous task of putting on rubber gloves to gather and dispose of the remains of a large, shredded dog bed, which was soaked through by rain. Blech.

You may note that all of that ranked higher than grading, which is what I should be doing right now. For me, grading is the ultimate Onerous Task.

The vacuum seems to be busted, which is a problem with the cat hair. The belt's not broken, but the ... turny thing won't turn. Argh.

I have done two loads of laundry, there are brownies cooling and turkey soup on the stove, and I have the banana bread to make in a minute. I feel fairly virtuous, although I may break to do my nails before I do anything else.

And like Pix, I ranked all that higher than my actual onerous task, which is writing.

Nilly! It's so wonderful to think of you being a mommy. As Fay says, bless.

Happy Birthday, birthday twin Benno! Did you get good presents?

Trudes, did I wish you well on your surgery? 'Cause I do.

Aww, you guys are sweet.

For David (but the rest of you can read, too):

We were doing our first production of the year, Tennessee Williams' Camino Real. Cast of thirty bajillion. We only had 52 students in the department, seven of those our tech director nabbed and refused to let the director have them even for walk-ons. Even with draftees from Dance, (musicians not considered) people were doubling and tripling on roles, most of which, granted, were inanimate corpses or crowd scenes. Still, costume changes and ready-cues and what-not.

There was the scene in Act One where Kilroys heart ("solid gold and the size of the head of a baby"), played by a gold spray-painted bouncy ball, between a softball and volleyball in size, got thrown into the pawnshop set by mistake. The Act Two scene where it would need to be produced from the chest cavity of an onstage cadaver was coming up, and the pawnshop proprietor was already in costume as a Streetsweeper and couldn't nonchalantly wander into set and retrieve it. As propmistress, it was up to me. Never having actually been inside the miniscule set since I'd helped build and raise it into place onstage and it was dressed, crawling in below windowsill level to remain unseen by the audience and feeling around till I found the ball was...fraught, considering Act Two was proceeding just six feet on the other side of the set wall. From the tech booth high in the girders over the audience, the stage manager, who could see into the set, whispered into the headset, "To your right, no, behind the chair. Now, downstage about a foot--you're almost there, another--no! the vase is gonna fall, stop! Okay now go..." as I was blind and freaked, my fingertips searched like little live creatures for the smooth round surface--there! Got it! Then all I had to do was back out without dislodging anything, stand up, race around the back of the set, crawl onstage behind the platform where the "doctor" was improving lines and the cadaver was smothering laughter that shook the sheet covering him, and smuggle the ball up into the doctor's downstretched hand. And then I had to race back around the back of the set to adminster the usual steadying, consoling hug to the Casanova actor before he went back on. He was looking a little ragged when I got there. I may have squeaked, but I don't think they heard me onstage.

Wow, Nilly! Baby's almost here!!

(Oh, and HI!!!!)

I'm in the midst of refiguring my most-hated household task, because I used to hate to do everything because I couldn't stand up long enough to do things relatively quickly. Now that I can, vacumning, dishes, and bathroom scrubbing isn't such a pain, literally. I think that I stil hate mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors, though.

Today has been pretty lazy--I was still in my nightshirt (with my sweats on my legs) until a few minutes ago, when I finally stirred myself from my couch to change into a sweatshirt and eat a very belated lunch (finished off the Boston Market meatloaf I bought nine days ago). However, I spent the afternoon on that couch finishing off one cross-stitch ornament and starting another, that I'm already about a third of the way done with! I should have that one finished either tonight or midday tomorrow--yay.

I do have to do my dishes and clean out my fridge tonight, so that's something other than stitching.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Beverly and Benno!!!

This bathroom-cleaning thing is turning into a juggernaut. It's so easy to overlook the gnarly stuff, like when dust gradually accumulates in the edges of the cabinet doors, and then suddenly you look at them and HOLY CRAP NASTY. So there's been a lot of scrubbing beyond sink-toilet-bathtub. I also vaccumed the walls. Seriously.

Happy Birthday Bev and Benno!

Your theatre story made me cry.

That is an awesome fucking story, Bev. Thank you for that wonderful present from you on your birthday.

Aww, that`s a marvelous story! That and the Nilly awe aww and for some reason, all y`all`s housekeeping is making me all smiley. You guys is cute.
 
You all know my nemesis task, the Putting Away of the Laundry, esp. re: Socks. I grew up in a one story house but my best friend lived in a classic split level of the era. They had a laundry chute, which I adored and was mystified by, imagining that somehow it led to unthinkably complex machinery that did and put away the laundry. It was a disillusioning day when I discovered it was just a tube, and there at the other end, was a perfectly ordinary washing machine and you still had to Do the Laundry.