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Little bits and pieces have been taken care of though most of the work remains. I simply am not good at getting to this kind of work, or doing it well, for long, or anything. I am hoping, with an extra day thrown in, I might have the place up to par for, say, my mother. Well, at least on the surface. Or, perhaps more along the lines of a first glance approval. That will be as good as I ever get and it will be a rare shine.
The kitty and cat are enjoying life, though I know Sam would love to go out but for the snow and cold. She has become a fussy outdoor cat, choosing only to go when it absolutely suits her which it has not been true for some time. Sassy has gone out twice with Sam but does not stay long and has not gone out in a goodly bit. She is even fussier. So be it, but they are going a little stir crazy so I wish they would go out. I try to remember when the sun is really shining, as that would be the warmest, to offer them the door. I do try.
That was that. A meager day with mild successes. I am hoping for more tomorrow but I am not sure that will work out much better. Still, even a bit closer to my goal is better than no improvement at all. It is about bed time. Those early rises, even with the occasional nap, tend to slow my boat down about now. Actually an hour ago I was looking for the bed but thought to do a few more finishing touches. Uhrm, actually, beginning steps in the cleaning. I should be honest even if this is anonymous. Good night.
When it comes to cleaning, i break it up, i hate piling it up and doing it all on a weekend, you end up taking a bit of time and then you're tired and who wants to work on the weekend. So i do bits here and there through the week so the weekend rolls around, we can take it easy.
ReplyDeleteThink about this though, what if every day was, essentially, the weekend? It is difficult to motivate. Plus, you have a woman type who both helps and is not happy if life isn't neat and tidy? Cheater.
ReplyDeleteBack in the frozen tundra, my cats eventually adjusted to winter stir-crazies. I'd let them out in the snow a little bit because they asked, but it wouldn't take them long to be back at the door. And after a couple tries, they were content enough with the indoors until spring.
ReplyDeleteHere without snow, I make some of the more timid cats spend outdoor time on the weekends when I'm around, whether they want it or not. "Airing their butts out" I call it.
"Airing their butts out" is precisely what it is. They... need to get out of the house, and the house needs them out. They lick themselves, not to clean themselves, but to deodorize so they can sneak up on things. That is something most people do not know. They aren't really clean in the sense humans think of it. It is, after all, spit they are using. :p
ReplyDeleteHmm, perhaps some bankers and politicians could use some of that airing out. Maybe in Siberia? *snark* Wait, YOU are thinking of going there. */snark*
Not Siberia, no, nor does the thought of anywhere cold appeal to me. Maybe the southern Ukraine would be ok, but that's no longer part of Russia (Soviet Union).
ReplyDeleteWe're probably still the freest place, especially in more libertarian leaning western states, but it's changing fast.