I haven’t been sharing my world through Cee lately, although a lot of my world is being shared otherwise. Resuming…
If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work?
I have help with cleaning. My maid comes every day and washes the dishes and clothes and sweeps the house. Today, perhaps attributed to the hormonal seesaw that is just starting, I am a little pee’ed about her. She doesn’t clean corners, no matter how many times I nag her. Do maids ever clean corners? I wonder.
I would love someone to take over the cooking part of my life, and I had a cook for a year a few years ago. I realised that it is a greater pain managing the cook, than actually doing the work myself. So, I let her go.
I am terrible at (wo)man-management. I know people who are divas at managing hired help. My mother-in-law, for example, can get the hired dance with joy at having to work ten hours nonstop, for measly wages and a cup of tepid coffee. I have seen hired help volunteer to dust cobwebs and clean the many many lofts in her home, for no pay. I, on the other hand, feel icky about ordering people around and concepts of human dignity, human rights, equality and such crap crowd my head so that I let my hired help relax with a cup of fresh coffee, while I get things ready for them to “work” ! A friend of mine says that if she ever needs a change of career, she’d be my hired help.
That said, despite her incompetence at work, my maid is a good friend. She is a stress buster, as I chat with her, and can cure cricks in necks with some tricky maneuvers.
A chap comes to clean my yard once a fortnight. But heaven help anyone who potters about my garden but me. My garden (however scanty it is) is mine and mine alone. Hands off.
If you were to move and your home came fully furnished with everything you ever wanted, list at least three things from your old house you wish to retain?
The better half, the kid and I.
A doctor that I used to know in my grad school days once told me this, and it has stuck on for life – Never value stuff. Value people.
What calms you down?
As counter intuitive as it may be, work. When you see me maniacally cleaning the kitchen, handwashing clothes, tilling the yard, hand picking weeds, sweeping the floor, baking cookies and writing proposals one after the other without break, know that I am in the throngs of PMS and am calming myself. True that by night, I’d be a physical wreck, but the Buddha would be jealous of my mind.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?
I churned my own butter from the cream I had been collecting for a few days from the fresh milk I have been buying, and made cinnamon sugar whole-wheat cookies using the butter. The cookies were delicious, even if I say so myself, and the house smelled cinnamony for hours afterwards. Bliss.
The kid’s exams end tomorrow. She will be off to her grandparents’ with daddy, which leaves me home alone. A friend is visiting and staying with me for a couple of days, but before she arrives, I’ll have the house to myself for three days. This is perhaps the first time in fifteen years that I will be alone. I love my family to bits and all that, but I am excited about the “me” time that’s so rare and precious.