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.
That is a classical representation of theatre life, Beverly. Good on ya for turning disaster into delight.
I had a similar experience doing Carnival.
The community theatre in Stockton, CA had a resident alley cat. A really mean cat. I had to take the jack rabbit cast as a bunny in the show home because the house cat could surely have eaten it. Mean cat. We had also rented a python named Monty (not making that up) who was also a little nasty because the woman playing the snake charmer thought it was funny to let him slither along the makeup table so as to freak out the other castmates. Sadly, he burned his mouth on a light bulb. I have no idea how reptiles process pain, but it could not have felt good.
During the last scene of the last show, the two leads launched into the show's most romantic number. Mean!cat decided to walk out onto center stage and begin to yowl incredibly loudly.
I was already dressed for the curtain call, so I grabbed my character's sewing basket and strolled nonchalantly across the stage, paused by the cat, flipped open the basket and unceremoniously crammed the cat into it. I sauntered of, stage right.
It was sad that the audience laughed like drains while the leads soldiered on, trying to be romantic and noble.
Once backstage, I dropped the basket and ran through the dark clutching the spitting Mean!cat at arms length. I couldn't see where I was going but intended to cross behind the stage and toss the cat outside.
As I rushed to back, stage right, since I was first in line for the curtain call. Just as I neared my destination, I inadvertantly crammed the spitting cat into the face of the cranky python. Monty opened his mouth, showing roughly 200 clear, razor-sharp teeth and made a shockingly threatening sound.
I screamed OH FUCK and tossed the cat immediately to the right. Thank god, the costume shop door happened to be opened, or it would have been Mean!cat pancake.
Everyone shrieked, so all my efforts to maintain a quiet final scene were for naught.
I should have let the stupid cat have his moment in the spot light!
Cats will be cats, it's true. Like humans in that regard. I'm sure he was confused at momentarily being cast as Toto, and then almost immediately in the stage production of Anaconda.
You know what I miss? The community here bans clotheslines. I know there are reasons for that, and the reasons are good. But damn, I miss snapping line-dried towels hard to soften them before folding. And the wonderful, not checmically reproduceable smell of sun-dried sheets and pillowcases. I love the fact I no longer have to peg wet socks one by one on the line in freezing weather, or take them down one-at-a-time. I'd almost--almost--put up with that for sun-dried sheets and towels.
It's so easy to overlook the gnarly stuff, like when dust gradually accumulates in the edges of the cabinet doors,
Soap scum and shaving stubble, shower door track. Ew. ewewewew. That's when I bribe a husband or any other handy human. Doesn't often work--therefore the scrubbing out with a toothbrush at least once a week so it doesn't build up and become animate.
