Wow, ok.

I was lumbering about the internet, still in my unders, and just barely awake when I hear a knock on my door. Hmm, well, I could hide like I had been doing. No, I decide, that was not getting me where I wanted to be. I could take a look from my sneaky place and then make a better decision. Well, actually, if I look, I will usually answer the door. It is just the way of things. Once my curiosity is piqued enough for me to peek, my energy will peak so that I will answer to the good, bad, or neutral door and face the knocker(s) (mailman delivering a certain medicine which must be signed for to obtain if you can’t think of a neutral knocker)(oh, and I prefer answering to a singular yet plural knocker(s)). Well, it was the lady sent to do some cleaning! Plural, but uhm, there are exceptions.

Ok, well, I knew I wanted her here, and I knew this is a very good knocker(s). I doubted if she would appreciate my near nude appearance at the door (leaving the disheveled hair out the equation totally and to boot). So, I yelled that I was on my way, but that it would be a moment. I heard something unintelligible from the direction of the door, and taking it that I had been heard if also not understood, thus at least buying me a few moments, I scurried to the bedroom and dressed quickly. Forgetting to even smooth over my fop, I hurried to the door and ushered in the lady at the door. Well, that was the intent. She held out her hand, in order that I take it and we shake hands in greeting, while pronouncing my first name in order to ensure she was at the correct place. I nodded, we shook, and she offered me her name.

As I had said, I had cleaned just a bit already. And, I had looked over the place and decided where I wanted to clean next. This time, I was ready. She asked and I showed her the place and what I had hopes of finishing. This time, I pitched right in. With her help (I use that lightly, as she did more of the work), we were able to get the cardboard boxes and other materials out of the weight room/piano room. So, I might be able to get working a bit on those. It might take a little more work, I will have to review it shortly. Then, “we” cleaned the kitchen out a bit (mostly misplaced paperwork on the table and some sweeping to do). We did several odds and ends and had a great conversation in the interim. I think it was almost house chore aerobics. She actually enjoyed the work, and thanked me. Not bad, and the place is just getting better and better.

Oh, she noticed my bastard sword. She was curious about it, and whether I just collected. I indicated that I could swing the steel half well, and would show her (with the scabbard on so that she could remain comfortable). She suggested I do show her, handed me the sword, but indicated there would be no need to keep it sheathed. Handing it to me, she bared the steel a bit to look at the blade. I think she was surprised it had live steel, with a bite to it. Anyway, I gave her a brief show, and I think she enjoyed the event. No, no, as she noted and I understand, she is older and this was not flirtation. But, it was fun to have some company, get some help in cleaning, and be able to show off a skill. How many people have and can use a real bastard sword these days? The thing is almost as tall as she is. Ha.

Well, I should do a thing or two more, take a shower, then get to the store. I am out of splenda soda, milk, butter, and a few other essentials. I need a sandwich first, and I am getting a bit tired, so, who knows if the store will see my face today. Hmm, better call about the waterproof car mats though. Dang, almost forgot that.