Monday, January 20, 2014

How do you know?

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With the world being so relativistic seeming, how can a man tell if he has put in all he can?  How do I know I worked?  Calves are still burning, muscles are sore everywhere, and my ribs feel like I am halfway through recovering from a 15 round match.  Yeah, I put it all in, then crammed on the lid and put some more in.  What I did when help arrived was about a quarter of what I did, and the dreg ends so not the heavier part.  Worth it.  Not only did it... make less work, I think it added motivation.  It showed... an instinct to cleanliness?  It's the little detail work that usually beats me up.  It would be easier if everything weight 75 pounds and had a place to go.  Paperwork?  Tiddly bits?  No clue.  None.  Zero.  Like radar in a tinfoil shower... useless.  Two full days up, doing what I could, when I could, as I could.  I am fighting tooth and nail to keep it right.

Oh, sure, I am greatly out of shape.  I have all but literally been sitting since I September.  And I will probably be sitting for a while longer.  In the shop on a lift?  Yeah.  But it looks like the engine has made it through another year.  I'm not sure who is betting for or against, I just wish they were more open so I could put money on that horse.  I think it's got a lot of road ahead of it.  And, actually, with the place set back up, it might be much easier to get to other things. 

Oh, and, yeah.  I found the carpet soap.  I haven't found the plastic runners though, yet.  Hmm, another reason to call my mom.  She is doing a bit better, after the last call, and is getting packed.  Still, more annoyance is good when the sun isn't shining and it is hard cold.  I know, some days when I don't want to answer the phone, I still do for her.  And it does help.  Not what they say, what they do, you know.  And that trick works around the clock.  I should be careful with my advice! 

Later.

7 comments:

  1. So...just curious. If housekeeping help is promised, how come you have to bust your butt cleaning house before they arrive?

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  2. Because I didn't want them to have to deal with the worst of it? For personal shame? To get more done? Lots of reasons. They didn't ask, and wouldn't have expected it. But it is how I do things. Maybe even pride. Yeah, a cripple can have pride too, you know.

    I wasn't sure what to expect. And, really, they had just been going to do the front rooms, I thought. So, me doing the kitchen... and trying to hit the worst stuff... was like doubling down. Don't blame them for helping me. *laughs*

    They ended up hitting even the kitchen some more, and the bathroom. I can't tell you how grateful I am. Words aren't enough. As with a pig stuck in the sty, dreaming of clean water to bath in and ground without stuff everywhere... It's like I was just... let out. I'm even working on 'truffles'. :)

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  3. By the way, they would have been unhappier with me if they had known than you are. People take things so personally!

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  4. Well...

    I thought you asked why I put in effort when people had offered to help?

    I just suggested that I wanted to do some things myself. They helped clean up my kitchen before, and I wanted to get that in some kind of shape, both so they didn't think I was not using their help to get ahead, and so they wouldn't have to fuss with that, or at least the worst parts of it. Wasn't horrible, but it... I wanted it better.

    I thought you were upset that I had pushed. I just suggested they would have been upset too, if they knew. I doubt if they would have approved of me pushing as I did. Just as you don't seem to approve?

    What did I not understand? Or, what don't you understand?

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  5. Ok. Not upset, that's what confused me. Just curious as to the thinking.

    I've heard of women who employ housecleaners, who scramble around cleaning house before the housecleaners arrive.

    Terribly alien to my male mind, that's all. :)

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  6. Ah-ha! You were asking a silly man question! Not that I am a woman, mind you. But women and myself do share something in common, at least on this front. Force multiplying.

    Though I think you would understand if, say, you were hosting a community barn building project. You would want as much set up and ready to go, supplies on hand, and perhaps have as much started as possible. I just do this on all areas. When I can, if I have to push, if I remember I will even cheat.

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