Opportunity.

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Why now, not then.  Why here, not there.  Why this, not that?  Can't care.  When a chance to work comes available, the choice is simple.  Grab it or roll over and go back to sleep.  I only do the latter when I don't have a choice.  Today I do have the choice and have made it.  Even if nothing else happens, I have broken through.

It started with a simple shower.  Not really work, though yes it is.  Just standing, sometimes, is a trial.  It isn't a lack of strength so much as a lack of a link between flesh and mind.  The marionette is solid.  The strings are strong enough.  But the master is not at hand.  I had thought to put laundry together, and start a load.  That never works well.  Shower first, then laundry.  At least in my home.  It's not as bad as some places, it just isn't ideal.

Showers are wonderful things.  So very simple, elegant, invigorating, cleansing.  They are technology, too.  I love it when someone laughs at the notion of a shower being a technology, and then watch them choke on their snit when I ask if, out in the forest, even near a stream, they could create just such a system that works in all weather, offers temperature controls that work for at least years without effort, and offer all the surety and safety of what they have in their homes.  Yes, we live better than kings have ever known, and without slaves and servants.  You have no idea how well we live.  Go out camping, then don't come home.  Even the houses we live in are warm beyond compare, the food we get we can afford to ignore or complain about, even with such vast amount of choice.  I do become perturbed, though not just at others.  *mirror*

Never mind.  Shower taken, laundry in the laundry room, I put a load in.  Then I set the last of very few dishes to a soak/rinse.  I needed to sit after that, so decided to post.  As soon as I can, I will handle those few dishes, and put what dirty dishes I can find into a soapy soak, check the laundry, and maybe begin tearing into boxes.  Oh, and earlier, I hit the toilet with cleaner and the brush.  It may get a second strike, depending on how it looks after a rest and some other things.  My neighbor had a funny look on his face the last time I spoke of putting boxes into a local bin.  So... I won't do that.  I either fill my recycling bin, if that will do, or take them on into town, where they have a public place for them.  I got the feeling he was... informed... that this bin is not really public.  He wouldn't say it, but friends don't always have to be told.  And, if friends, just... understand.  Wrong or right, I do my best to... be a friend, and good neighbor.

Recently, I saw items for sale that I have wanted for some time.  Real mops, of the industrial sort.  Not only do they last longer, for many reasons, they are easier to maintain and work so much better.  The homey mop bun type mops I have are okay.  But when used with my strength, and fairly as I don't attempt to abuse, they fall apart rather quickly.  They are good for women, because they are light, and women aren't able to use as much force when ringing and using.  My native physique and strength just doesn't work with typical domestic goods.  A rolling bucket, an inner dirty water bucket, and solid mop handles and mop heads were purchased.  I am hoping, through the laundry, dishes, and boxes, that I can clear and sweep the back entry hall, middle bathroom hall, and bathroom, then mop as close to the clean as these old floors can offer.  Mop, maybe twice, then rinse, and let dry.

Today?  Don't even look at me like that.  I will do until I don't, can't, or my body won't.  Oh, toss in getting the water lines in.  Yeah... No.  Not today.  But maybe over the next few days.  Then again, who knows.  Later.