What household chore do you absolutely hate doing?
I half-assed hate all of them. Vacuuming (and sweeping and washing and polishing) floors is brutally hard on my back. And even when it isn’t I will complain that it is. Cleaning bathrooms is puke inducing. Laundry is just an annoying pain in the ass. I guess it’s ass day here at Breathing Space headquarters. Sorry.
Okay, if I absolutely hate it, it’s probably something I never do, like washing walls or cleaning blinds. It’s insane to ever do something you absolutely hate doing. Nothing insane about me! My daughter dusts my blinds. It’s just one of the many reasons why I love her.
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
Right after I retired and really, ever since to some degree. Except I’ve calmed down a tad lately and no longer wake up every morning screaming in my brain OMFG I DONT HAVE TO GO TO WORK TODAY OR TOMORROW OR ANY OTHER DAY EVER UNTIL I DIE! And not even after that, as far as I know. I guess going to work was a chore of which I was less than fond. Not that my job was horrible, it’s just that being the boss of my own time is infinitely better. I certainly roll my eyes a lot less.
I have passionately pursued my art and redecorating and decluttering since retiring. Along with sleeping in. That is a popular one. Now I believe I’m in a transition phase, although I have no clear vision of where I’m transitioning to. Hopefully it’s not permanent couch potato status.
How many times have you moved in the last ten years?
Zero. We are stuck in a house bound rut. I just counted on my fingers sixteen different places I’ve lived, but don’t quote me on that because my math skills are less than stellar. Our next move, should we choose to get off our asses and make one, will be to something smaller with no stairs and minimal yard work. Preferably self-cleaning. My mother-in-law, in her nineties, still lives in the two-story, laundry-in-the-basement home W grew up in. I don’t know whether I should call that amazing or just down-right dangerously nuts. Well actually I do know, but I try to be polite and mind my own business most of the time.
I hope we both are smart enough to know when it’s time to down size and simplify and give up doing things like cleaning out eaves troughs and trimming trees and driving vehicles and operating machinery and going up and down stairs and cooking eight course gourmet meals. (Already ditched that last one, if it’s possible to ditch something you’ve never actually done before in your life).
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
I love that my grandchildren are growing up and heading ever closer to adulthood and even though every one of them faces difficulties and issues and growing pains, it’s okay. Because I’m not the one who has to deal with it. Haha. Yeah. That IS a selfish bad grandma attitude despite the fact that of course I’m here if I’m ever asked for help or advice, but I’m also perfectly happy to stay out of it. Our parents had confidence in us to deal with our kids without interference and I have the same confidence in mine. So the inspiration for that little rant came from a weekend visit and conversations with my son and with my daughter-in-law. Yes, kids, we talk about you when you’re not around, but you are in good hands. Just don’t be assholes.
I’m running out of ways to incorporate the ass word in this revealing share, so I see no point in going on. Plus I’ve taken the “sitting still” thing to its maximum limit for today. Oh, who am I kidding. There is no agreed upon limit for that.