So what have I been doing for the past several days?
I've been, mentally speaking, home. Which is to say, concerned about household things -- getting up the storm windows; tidying up the outside before the snow falls; ordering some landscaping stone to mound up against my house foundation; tinkering with art; trying desperately, and mostly unsuccessfully, to wrest order from chaos around here. (Fellow Traveler took pity on me and helped me clean out my garage, which was filled with accumulated parental and personal detritus of almost 20 years -- actually, she managed the strategic planning and sorting and cleaning and tidying, while I, mostly banished from the premises, just provided periodic brawn for moving heavy stuff.)
Remember that film The Money Pit? To me my house is an attention pit -- a giant maw that is constantly demanding my time and energy and focus, without a great deal of emotional, intellectual or other payoff. Desperate housewifery indeed.
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I bought a 60-year-old house three years ago, and between getting things fixed and just housecleaning and routine maintenance, I've come up with a new catchphrase to describe my life: "Who needs hobbies when you have a house?"
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