I suppose it is in the nature of chores to be Sisyphean tasks… Anybody who has ever had a cat knows the experience of cleaning the catbox only to have the cat run up and immediately relieve itself the moment you put the scooper down.
My personal bête noire is the recycling. I take the recycling box out, dump it into the bin, and walk back and get everything just the way it should be and… oh, yeah. We have to go through the mail. The recycling box is no longer empty.
The perfect day doing laundry, whites, colors, light delicates, dark delicates, fuzzies, bedclothing, and everything put away… and, oh yeah. When it’s time to go to bed, throw whatever was worn that day in the freshly empty basket.
I suppose I could do the last load au naturale, but that would require it be July or August (and I’d need to get the other members of the household on board).
Groceries don’t feel like that. Those are more of a “the fridge is empty” turns into “the fridge has barely any room for more stuff!” and turning it slowly into an empty fridge again doesn’t feel like an uphill battle as much as the refrigerator fulfilling its destiny.
But, man. The recycling and laundry baskets? The sweet, precious hours where they’re emptied and then manage to stay that way for more than 59 minutes? Man, that’s the best part of doing chores.
Speaking of which, this weekend will probably be devoted to variations of all of the above. Plus gaming on Saturday night and, on top of that, Sunday is the first cheat day since Fat Tuesday! Wooo!!!
The best part is that my diet, so far, has been a somewhat rousing success. The doctor told me that my blood pressure was great. I’ve lost 20 pounds, and that my cholesterol is a bit higher than it was but that’s a decent enough price to pay given the 20 pounds. (After giving a short speech about the virtues of turkey bacon, of course. Pretty sure her heart wasn’t in it.)
And I’ve only had one slip-up! And it was a dumb one! It happened at Costco, of course, and I walked past a handful of stuff I couldn’t sample. Crackers with cheese, that cheesy popcorn/caramel popcorn combo, the pretzels stuffed with peanut butter… Ooh! Cheezy brats! I can have those! And I grabbed a cheezy brat and ate it and realized that I also ate the pretzel stick they used to spear it with.
It wasn’t a huge thing and I’m sure it didn’t take me out of ketosis but, dang. I was so good otherwise that it really irritated me.
But Sunday is going to have the huge brunch buffet (and I can have caffeine with it!) and then we go over to the sister’s and she said that I was going to be in charge of bringing the ice cream.
And on top of everything else, we begin festivities for Maribou’s birthday. Happy birthday, honey!
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)