I did not enough laundry and washed not enough dishes and cooked not enough food. Meh.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I drove for most of 11 hours, but it was a fun drive, with twists and turns and hills and pretty scenery, some occasional stops, and some good food.
I wish that work would declare that Monday has been cancelled, but I don't think it's going to happen.
I did neither laundry nor grocery shopping, but I should be fine for the week.
sara, that sounds like a lot of cleaning.
It WAS! 14 windows in a lot, especially when 2 are freaking multipaned (like the french doors, maybe I should count by pane!) and 4 are tiny and fiddly. Now, I love my windows for their ease of cleaning (top and bottom flip down, else the outside would never get washed) but it is still a lot of work. And I jammed my thighs on the flipped down panes several times to the point of blood, so.
I only manage to do this once a year or so (though that one window, um...possibly not in 3 years given the scrubbing and ick??) Bottom interior halves of the windows get done when enough kitty nose prints begin to annoy me
But you cannot believe the mess it made
I can. Anything involving multiple steps and blending and pouring inevitably creates a mess for me. But that's cause I get impatient and sloppy.
Hey, guess what? TWO WEEKS.
I'm afraid the dirt is holding my windows together.
Ow, Sara!
Yeah, I couldn't tell you the last time I washed windows. Definitely not since we moved into this house. Maybe if we're here another five years, I'll think about it.
I think I've washed a window since I moved in. Maybe two.
Thanks for the offer, Ginger. I would take you up on it, but it's been revised by my sister & DH already, and then read and declared done by another person. So I am embracing "Done" and letting it go.
Opera was very good. The key was it was in such a small space. And the soprano was amazing, as were the bass and the baritone.
Ignore what my cluttered coffeetable looks like, I've got a tinge of cleanfreak to me. Not that I judge other places (unless it stinks and unidentified lifeforms are taking over, I don't rail at other peoples' dust bunnies and kitty-snotted windows, just my own) I just like to keep ahead of my grime by a certain amount.
The battle between me and clutter, however, is one of equilibrium, damnit.