From Luna Niña:
Who needs the Merry Maids?
With a guest coming for part of the Memorial Day weekend, I was trying to figure how to fit a normal two days of cleaning and errands into about 6 hours this past Saturday.
Luckily, I have friends who were happy to help out, one of whom volunteered to vacuum while her 4-almost-5 year old helped me scrub counter tops with “sugar stuff” (Ajax). The other mowed my lawn, a task I normally enjoy but just didn’t have time to manage before my guest’s arrival.
Then, while I was doing the second transfer station run of the day with Peter, they set up a charming Hamptons/Newport-style bistro arrangement on my porch.
Meanwhile, my washing machine decided to blow a gear or something in its overworked motor, so last evening, the second friend let me do laundry while I grilled some chicken on her barbecue.
So, today, I have a clean house, clean clothes and memories of a most pleasant visit with my out of town “gentleman friend”, a person of immense charm who entertains as well as enlightens with his well-honed and wide-ranging conversational skills. A Cape Cod postcard weekend altogether, with perfect weather and reasonable traffic to boot.
How’d I ever get so lucky?!
Massachusetts is the most Catholic of states, and the impact of the regional form of Roman Catholicism is unavoidable, even to those of us who are unaffiliated with the Church.
ABC’s Primetime Thursday did a story last night on the American porn industry, which is now a $10 billion cancer, “bigger than the NFL, the NBA and Major League Baseball combined”.
The ever-continuing, foolish escapades of both the current administration and the “loyal opposition” would be demoralizing if it weren’t for the fact that there is an alternative philosophy of governance: that of the Libertarian Party.
I’ve been working on a big web-based application pretty much full-time since January. In March, my client decided to hire another developer and made an offer to someone who I’d recommended, a person who was highly thought of by his former boss and who seemed a good “fit” in terms of skills and personality.
So, I picked Peter up today to do our weekly run to the transfer station and saw, to my incredulous eyes, that he had MOWED THE LAWN.
Like most of my women friends, I hate to shop, even at outlets or the “Don’t you just love a bargain?” place that has covered the Cape with “made in China” kitsch.
This week’s free-association list from Luna Niña:
Ever have a week when you are beyond even walking-under-water tired?