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HOUSE IN NEED OF RUBBER GLOVING
Instead I spent it
READING BLOGS AND ENJOYING THE SUNSHINE.
When it comes to housework the one thing no book of household management can ever tell you is how to begin. Or maybe I mean why.
Katharine Whitehorn, British journalist, writer and columnist. 1928 –
Each day this week I have said “Today’s the day”. The day for rubber-gloving ie housework – ugh. I am a really organised and relatively tidy person but I hate vacuuming that is until I start. Each time I find so many reasons not to do this and then find it takes very little time and I am always delighted when the job is done. Dusting follows of course and as this is an old house (circa 1914) it attracts spiders.
I never see these invaders but they leave evidence of their having visited by weaving complicated webs. But this is a very strange phenomenon as they mostly appear in the living room and the only windows that sport these webs are in the living room. Oh occasionally I find a web in another part of the house but never on a window anywhere else.
So rubber-gloving was given up in favour of reading blogs and enjoying the sunshine.
I subscribe to so many fascinating blogs that just occasionally I get really behind in my reading and then have to devote several hours to this happy chore. Although now I come to think of it when I use the word chore I usually mean a disagreeable task ie housework. And this is most certainly an agreeable task.
Then later I met with a friend. We had coffee at a coffee shop sitting outside in the sun. And that was followed with a glass of wine and so I remembered my favourite Christmas song – Drinking White Wine in the Sun. OK – I know it’s not Christmas but sitting with a glass of bubbles brought this song to mind.
So I have had a relaxing day; blogs are read but chores are still not done. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. And just as I wrote that I remembered a song from my teenage years called It’s Almost Tomorrow. If you feel like a trip down memory lane to 1955 when this recording was made click here for the Dreamweavers singing this song. And again I am reminded of how
naive gentle and innocent were the songs of my teenage years.
And on the subject of memories and nostalgia, one of the blog posts I read today was this one from my blogging pal (well really I think we are sisters, we think so much alike) Dor at Technicolor Day Dreams.
We all recycled although we didn’t know the word for it. As Dor says, we all washed and returned milk bottles – our milkman who came to the door, uplifted them daily and replaced them with full bottles of milk. Paper bags were re-used, wrapping paper was carefully folded to re-use, diapers were washed and hung out in the fresh air to dry and most of all we pushed our babies in their prams to the shops and didn’t need to go to gyms and use their electrically operated machines. We were not the original recyclers, our mothers and grandmothers certainly recycled usually from necessity, but we all indulged in it during my early years.
“Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me would we? Could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget…”
As sung by Barbra Streisand – The Way We were.
- My Favorite Barbra Streisand Songs (ageofthediary.wordpress.com)
- Another Six Word Saturday (growingyoungereachday.wordpress.com)