Perhaps the biggest lesson so far from living alone is my shifting attitude about housework. Raising the kids, I resented the endless cleaning, the thanklessness of the repetition, the demeaning scullery-maid position into which I was forced. If I wasn't the person responsible for cleaning something, I was responsible for telling someone else to clean... Continue Reading →
After a poor night's sleep last night, I am still awake at 11 p.m. Not because I can't sleep, but because I don't want to. Because at 9:30, I suddenly felt like getting some things done, like drilling some screws into a bench I'm repairing and laying out the new fabric I picked up today... Continue Reading →
This year has sucked. Officially. If you count the news in January that our trusty car needs a new catalytic converter, every month this year so far has carried its own bad news. Unemployment, its attendant loss of insurance, my dad died, we were nearly homeless, I applied for several dozen jobs and was rejected... Continue Reading →
Tim's buying tickets to fly to NY. We have just a few days left together. Tonight we watched the Blackhawks lose to the Blues. We were prepared for the loss, since the Hawks didn't play as well as the Blues did early in the series, and the Blues had dominated the season match up. It... Continue Reading →
I packed a lunch for a picnic after our hike at the coast. He likes mustard instead of mayo on sandwiches, unless the sandwich has cheese. His particular tastes are a matter of fact between us now; the way he leaves the seat all the way back when he drives; how he lays out his... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 