Those things
Feb. 26th, 2015 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThat thing where the only thing I hate worse than waiting for a stranger to come and do work in the house is actually having a stranger turn up and do work in the house. I am fully capable of spending four hours, six hours, all day if that's the window, hoping that they won't come; and then being absolutely furious when they don't, because of all that wasted time.
And when they do turn up, within the window? That thing - and this is a new thing, only learned this year - where I can find it really hard to do necessary housework while m'wife is in the house, but apparently really natural & easy when there's a stranger underfoot. After three hours of nice Comcast guy setting up a new security system Tuesday, the kitchen had probably never been so clean. I even scoured the inside of the microwave, for pity's sake.
Yesterday was Wednesday, and I had made far too much curry on Sunday, so dinner-for-eight was planned to be largely leftovers and I would hardly need to cook at all. Yeah, right. That thing where you look at what there is and think "It's never going to be enough! Eight people!" and dash about cooking twice as much, and end up with more leftovers than you had to start with? Yup. Apparently that's a thing.
And there's another new thing in my life, where total strangers catch my eye in the street and smile; and whether or not they say "Like the T-shirt, that's really cool," I have to glance down at my own chest to see which clever geeky thing I'm wearing today, because I never remember once I've put it on. This morning I had a cheery chat outside Lucky's with a gentleman who I fear I disappointed because no, I don't actually work with Schrodinger's equations, for me it's more about the cat; but yes, I had to assure him, I really do get the joke. I live with two cats and a mathematician*; it would not actually be possible for me not to get the joke.
*For the purposes of this discussion, the turtles are not considered relevant, may Great A'Tuin strike me down.
And when they do turn up, within the window? That thing - and this is a new thing, only learned this year - where I can find it really hard to do necessary housework while m'wife is in the house, but apparently really natural & easy when there's a stranger underfoot. After three hours of nice Comcast guy setting up a new security system Tuesday, the kitchen had probably never been so clean. I even scoured the inside of the microwave, for pity's sake.
Yesterday was Wednesday, and I had made far too much curry on Sunday, so dinner-for-eight was planned to be largely leftovers and I would hardly need to cook at all. Yeah, right. That thing where you look at what there is and think "It's never going to be enough! Eight people!" and dash about cooking twice as much, and end up with more leftovers than you had to start with? Yup. Apparently that's a thing.
And there's another new thing in my life, where total strangers catch my eye in the street and smile; and whether or not they say "Like the T-shirt, that's really cool," I have to glance down at my own chest to see which clever geeky thing I'm wearing today, because I never remember once I've put it on. This morning I had a cheery chat outside Lucky's with a gentleman who I fear I disappointed because no, I don't actually work with Schrodinger's equations, for me it's more about the cat; but yes, I had to assure him, I really do get the joke. I live with two cats and a mathematician*; it would not actually be possible for me not to get the joke.
*For the purposes of this discussion, the turtles are not considered relevant, may Great A'Tuin strike me down.