David and I have sushi telepathy. Today at approximately 515pm, a random thought popped into my head (as they so often do). This one said, simply, “Sushi.” And then in a rush to justify this thought, I pondered, “well, we’ve been good – ate in several nights this week already, with the exception of the big blowout at Sabor the other night.”
So I called David on his cell and said:
“I have one word to say to you.”
(In the silence, no one can hear you say “can you hear me now”)
“Sushi.”
David started screaming something about “get out of my mind! Aaaaah! You’re in my brain!!” Because at approximately 510pm he was driving along home and thought “Hey, we haven’t had sushi in a while…”
He was on the point of calling me and suggesting I pick up some carryout sushi/dinner combinations from Nobu’s in Schaumburg (something we’ve never done, we always have “sit-down” sushi there, never before had it for take-away).
We didn’t have time to go out to Nobu’s and relax, because someone was coming over later to give us a quote for coming in to do housecleaning. Ugh, yes, that’s us. But hey, at least I can admit it. I just can’t get that enthused about consistenly (constantly) tidying up and consistently (constantly) keeping the kitchen cleaned up and assorted other constant household drudgery.
Humiliating Moments At Home
You are interviewing someone for a housecleaning service and you notice all the food crumbs and bits of rice on the floor in front of the couch from your recently devoured sushi takeout, and maybe some tidbits from previous couch-based dinners, and you wish you’d swept and vacuumed before they came over. And then they inspect the powder room for the purposes of quoting the price, and after they leave you realize that
1. the toilet has not been flushed.
B. the toilet evidently has not been flushed in more than a day or so
Tha-ree. the toilet really, really needs to be sanitized for that fresh, clean scent.
Aughghghgh!!! Oh, well, this is why we are giving in and going back to having someone come in twice a month to clean. David had it when I first moved here, and it seemed like such an indulgence at first – but then after we stopped it, it was immediately evident that we need external events to motivate us to get cracking around the house – me especially, but both David and I are clutterers.
We’ll have them exclude the basement (lair of the many computers, videos, and a bunch of books in boxes) and the spare bedrooms – those, at least, we can handle.
And it will force us to tidy and clear away the junk twice a month.
Go us – losers at housekeeping, winners at delegating it.
England Forever
That’s how long it’s taking to get the dang Britain travel journal entered into the blog with all the picture cropping and fooling about and weblinking and editing and all that. But there’s another entry with lots of pictures of Oxford now.
The next one is a huge long entry, because I stopped writing for a week, but fortunately there are many pictures of Scotland. And ducks. Just as there were pictures of ducks in Oxford.
“How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.” — Dorothy L. Sayers, “Gaudy Night”
