Queen for a Day
SK was up early and off with the car to get it serviced. He had to take it to a neighboring community which amounts to a half-hour drive. He waited there while they took car of it, listened as they explained what it needed and how much it would cost. After about a four-hour wait, he drove it home.
After over fifty years of marriage, I so easily take for granted all of the things he oversees in our behalf. Even when we have had two cars, he has made sure each was in good shape, air in tires, oil kept fresh, maintenance done on a regular basis. I so appreciate it, and as a result, I hardly ever worry about a car's ability to get me from point a to point b. I put gas in cars, and I drive them through the car wash.
We have one key for our apartment. It opens the outer door which leads to an inner door (aka a vestibule) - 6 feet from the outer door. Two stories up, the same key opens the door to our flat. We are also able to get into the building with the use of a code on a keypad. We have a keypad in our flat to open the downstairs outer door to visitors.
This last week the keypads and the code have not been working and we have been dependent upon our key to get inside the building. Each time someone has come, we (more specificially SK) has had to run downstairs to manually let them in. It also has meant no deliveries! No mail! -since delivery people give up very easily if they cannot gain immediate access.
So SK took our one key this morning with him. And I stayed put in the flat. I didn't dare leave. I couldn't have locked our front door, and I couldn't have gotten back in - once I was outside.
Like Brer Rabbit in the brier patch, I was delighted. One of the first things I do every morning after an intense day is sort the laundry and get a load started. I think it is something I got from my mother, who loved to do laundry....who loved CLEAN clothes. I love the sound of the washing machine working away at cleaning clothes. It has to be the greatest good done for the family with the least amount of work on my part. But it makes me feel so industrious!
With the smell of clean clothes wafting through the flat, with the sound of the dryer gently squeezing out the water, and the chuga chuga of the washing machine, I am ready to tackle more labor-intensive chores, like cleaning bathrooms, mopping floors and working out stains in the white carpet of this place.
And just like days of yore, when SK and the kids all walked out the doors of our home and left me in silence, I am queen of my schedule and master of my to-do list. I work, I sit down and read awhile, I work some more, and I sit down and read for awhile. You get the picture. Oh, and for all my hard work, I sometimes throw a reward of a square or two of chocolate in for my good behavior.
And no one asks what I am doing.
After over fifty years of marriage, I so easily take for granted all of the things he oversees in our behalf. Even when we have had two cars, he has made sure each was in good shape, air in tires, oil kept fresh, maintenance done on a regular basis. I so appreciate it, and as a result, I hardly ever worry about a car's ability to get me from point a to point b. I put gas in cars, and I drive them through the car wash.
We have one key for our apartment. It opens the outer door which leads to an inner door (aka a vestibule) - 6 feet from the outer door. Two stories up, the same key opens the door to our flat. We are also able to get into the building with the use of a code on a keypad. We have a keypad in our flat to open the downstairs outer door to visitors.
This last week the keypads and the code have not been working and we have been dependent upon our key to get inside the building. Each time someone has come, we (more specificially SK) has had to run downstairs to manually let them in. It also has meant no deliveries! No mail! -since delivery people give up very easily if they cannot gain immediate access.
So SK took our one key this morning with him. And I stayed put in the flat. I didn't dare leave. I couldn't have locked our front door, and I couldn't have gotten back in - once I was outside.
Like Brer Rabbit in the brier patch, I was delighted. One of the first things I do every morning after an intense day is sort the laundry and get a load started. I think it is something I got from my mother, who loved to do laundry....who loved CLEAN clothes. I love the sound of the washing machine working away at cleaning clothes. It has to be the greatest good done for the family with the least amount of work on my part. But it makes me feel so industrious!
With the smell of clean clothes wafting through the flat, with the sound of the dryer gently squeezing out the water, and the chuga chuga of the washing machine, I am ready to tackle more labor-intensive chores, like cleaning bathrooms, mopping floors and working out stains in the white carpet of this place.
And just like days of yore, when SK and the kids all walked out the doors of our home and left me in silence, I am queen of my schedule and master of my to-do list. I work, I sit down and read awhile, I work some more, and I sit down and read for awhile. You get the picture. Oh, and for all my hard work, I sometimes throw a reward of a square or two of chocolate in for my good behavior.
And no one asks what I am doing.
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