Last day of the month, and I'm under the gun. Need that tenth post for the month of
February.
One reason for this end-of-the-month sprint has
been that I've been away from home for a week.
Before our tax refunds were processed, we barely had two dimes to rub
together in the business coffers. Which
doesn't play very well when you have a building to maintain to the tune of
about $600 a month. So off we went to Newport, braving all manner of crappy
winter weather, to this direly expensive February event on the coast... hoping
to at the very least create some badly needed cash flow. Which turned out to be pretty much all we
did. The event was poorly attended, and
kind of a bust. .
But I'm home now, sitting in my chair, laptop at
the ready, staring at the blinking cursor... Utterly burnt out as I am on the
subject of the drama playing out in our nation's capital, I think I'll revive
another of my old stand-bys: The
"ten things" list. And since,
as I said, I've just returned from a week away, I'll make that the subject of
my ten things.
Ten Things About Being Away From Home For A Week,
In No Particular Order
1.) After dismantling
the hyper-illumination of Christmas, I go to great lengths to concoct pleasing
lighting schemes throughout the house, to battle the constant gloom that
envelops the Pacific Northwest from November through the end of March or
beyond. We also have a pellet stove in
the family room, which provides a cheerful flame and a dry warmth to combat the
ceaseless dampness. When I get up in the
morning, I go around the house and turn on the lights, if only to stave off the
SAD that strikes after the holidays. And
I light the fire, for warmth and cheer. Husband, on the other hand, uses lighting only
when needed for a task. When I'm not
home, he never turns on a light unless he needs it to see. And god forbid he should light the
stove. He sits on the couch, in the
dark, wearing a hoody with the hood up
over his head, hands jammed in his pockets, while he watches his four hours of
tv between dinner and bed time.
2.) Speaking
of husband's evening repast...his week's dinners consisted of one fat Costco
rotisserie chicken and the last bags of stale chips left in the pantry from
last year's market/festival season.
3.) Though it irritates me that vacuuming, dish-washing
and other essential tasks aren't performed in my absence, it's almost worse
when they ARE done. Dishes get put away
where I can never find them again; if he does take out the vacuum, he crams it
back in the closet so that it falls out every time I open the door; MY clothes
disappear into some mysterious void when he does laundry. Hard to pay lip service to appreciating the
effort when you're opening drawers, crawling through cabinets and struggling
with closet doors, looking for your lost stuff...
4.) The birds don't expire from lack of food while
I'm gone. It takes them about fifteen
minutes to realize I'm back and the gravy train is back on track. I don't know why I worry they'll abandon me.
5.) The
cats, on the other hand, don't seem to give a rat's ass whether I'm home or
not. I walked in the door on Monday
afternoon, and they barely lifted their heads to acknowledge me. It's like, "Oh. It's you.
Yay." I need a dog.
6.) It's funny
how fast you can get used to not having cat hair all over everything you wear,
eat, drink, sit on or sleep in... Maybe
I should point this out to certain feline animals who share my living space,
when they are inclined to show so little enthusiasm about my return.
7.) One of
my primary realizations on returning to this house after time away is that it
is too big, too much, and too hard. I
spend a lot of time making a home and maintaining a space that is primarily
enjoyed by...me. And if that is going to
be the case, that space needs to be much smaller and more user friendly.
8.) Why is
it that when you're driving pulling a full trailer, you get so much more tired
than when you're just driving an empty truck?
Why does it feel like you personally are dragging that extra weight up
hill and down dale strapped to your own back?
9.) I NEED a
vacation at the beach, before the start of Market season turns trips to the
coast into work rather than play.
I'm going to address that issue as soon as I'm done with this post.
10.) As much
as the husband doesn't seem engage with our home at all when I'm away, he does
seem to miss me when I'm gone. Maybe
we're only sitting together in the (bright, warm) family room watching tv in
the evenings. But apparently, he enjoys
it so much more when I'm there, too. After
what we have been through, relationship-wise, I guess that is something to be
thankful for. So I am.
So, there.
Ten random thoughts about my week-long absence. And now, I think I need to crawl into that
side of the bed that he never disturbs while I'm gone (he crawls in and out of
his very own side of the bed , leaves all the pillows and blankets on my side
in place...never even wrinkles them) and rest my weary head.