- Do you often have flashes of insight or grand ideas while bathing? My shower is like a tile covered think tank.
- To those of you who do not live alone: is refilling the ice cube trays an issue in your home? Perhaps many of you have automatic ice makers, rendering this a moot issue. That is not the case in my home. It often seems that I am the only person in the whole damn household who ever refills the ice trays. If anyone else does, it is because I'm standing over him (it's almost always the males) giving him the "evil eye" until the tray is returned, full of water, to the freezer. Yes, it's a minor annoyance, but an annoyance nevertheless.
- I've pretty much decided not to take a road trip in May. It's getting too warm, my wanderlust is lackluster, and I just don't feel like going anywhere. Then there's the issue of this Swine Flu thing. The closer I stay to home (i.e. don't go out the door) the safer I figure I'll be from this influenza outbreak.
- I don't really want to leave the house at all. I need to pick up some hair care products for the lovely little Diva, but damn, I don't wanna go out. I must get the older boy from school today, and I don't want to do that either. I just do not want to leave the house. It's not that I'm nervous or frightened or anything (though that has been an issue in the past) I just don't want to go out.
- I also don't want anyone to come home. The kidlets are away at school from approximately 7:30 every morning until nearly 3:00 in the afternoon. I dread the arrival of 3:00. I love my children, but right now (this stage of my life, maybe?) I don't want to be with them very often.
- This house is too big. OK, really, it's too small and we have too much junk, making it even more crowded. But I want to simplify to the point of minimalism. I'm thinking one bed, small; a sink, two feet of counter space, small refrigerator, small stove, and no more dishes than will fill one small dish drainer; one comfy chair; my laptop and a small desk; kitchen table that seats 2 at the most; the minimum bathroom essentials; only enough clothing to last for a week; 24 inches of closet rod and perhaps three shelves upon which to store said clothing; shelving for books, approximately 30 inches wide and 6 to 7 feel tall, filled with my favorite books and those I am eager to read; my sewing machine and I'm not sure how much fabric (this is where it gets dicey with the minimalism) plus the yarn, knitting needles, and whatever else my crafty ass thinks she needs. Add to that a double fist full of DVDs (or conversely a Netflix subscription) and cabinet space to hold basic necessities such as cleaning solutions/equipment, personal care products, basic food stuffs, etc. And me. No one else but me, except by special invitation. All other comers can go the hell away. Does this sound pathologically antisocial to you?
- I've recently been contemplating (once again) my femininity, general gender identity/non-conformity, and such. It's an area on which I briefly focused when all gay was breaking loose a couple of years ago. The pain went away, washed out by other pressing needs. But being back in academics has opened that portal a tiny bit. And frankly, I'm very uncomfortable. I find myself feeling angry about little things having to do with feminine stereotypes. I get unaccountably upset over adverts for make-up. The disparity in clothing styles between men and women pisses me off. For example, so many of the shorts for women are tight and/or short, whereas the men's shorts styles tend toward knee length and loose. And then there are shoes. OMG. Women's shoes are cruel. Men's shoes are (more) comfortable. I could go on, but you get the drift.
Moving Along, but Adrift
11 years ago
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I would highly recommend a Netflix subscription. Netflix carries so many indy, foreign, special interest, and documentary films that you can REALLY open your portal.
Oh boy, I don't deal well at all with anyone who takes the last of some item and doesn't write it on the grocery list, or finishes the toilet paper and doesn't refill it,or the ice cube debacle you've described. No siree, I don't do well with that crap at all.
That dream house of yours? I designed mine a couple of years ago. I dreamed of putting a deluxe playhouse in the back yard, wiring it for power, and putting all those things in there for "my space." I would never be seen again.
I've NEVER had a room of mine own. Never.Everyone else in the family has a room. I have a chair. I think it's time that changed.
If you take the last cube from the tray, you fill it up. Also, you're not allowed to put the tray back unless it has more than three cubes left in it. I would kill if I lived with those too lazy to refill the trays. Kill!
Then again maybe I'm just cranky this morning.
Thank the Christ we've got the automatic ice maker....even though it took almost a year for the husband to hook the damn thing up during which time, I could relate to your dilemma 100%.
My house is too big, too small and too full as well. Still, it's my house and I loves it...warts and all. Just wish I had the money to do all the things to it to make it perfect.
Antisocial is my life story. In fact, this particular post was rather like a chapter out of that book.
Indigo Incarnates
Before I met Doug, I had an itty-bitty apartment like how you describe. It had hardwood floors, a tiny little kitchen, a little bathroom, a room for my computer, and a bedroom. What was really nice, however, was all the windows the apartment had. It was the best-lit place I ever lived. :)
I am so thankful for our ice maker because I know my partner would never fill up an ice tray.
Your dream house sounds fabu, and no, I don't know that it's antisocial so much as your own personal retreat. Like Birdie points out, I think it's important for everyone to have a room of her own. My mom was in her late 40s before she had this experience.
The ways in which clothes still expose our sexist culture is pretty telling. I don't know when I first realized how poorly constructed most women's clothing is compared to men's. It's expected that women will buy clothes more often, so they're not designed to last. Men, on the other hand expect a shirt to last more than a single fashion season, so we get better sewn stuff. And shoes! Yowza. I played a woman in one production, a femme fatale actually, and that was my first experience of heels. What the hell? Who thought those were a good idea? Oh yeah, you can't run in them, it's easy to knock you over, you have to cling to something (a man's arm, say?) often, you're constantly a little off-balance, but damn, your calves sure look great. Uh huh.
Sorry the pleasures of school are being tempered by the resurgence of these frustrations. I don't blame you. I think your feelings about make-up adverts are quite accountable.
those are all good things on which to contemplate.
While you are doing so, please change the locks on the doors while everyone is out; that takes care of one of the matters.
Do not fill the ice cube containers for 2 weeks and see what happens.
Imagine how confusing it is to be the only human in the household, and therefore both the lazy guy who can't be bothered to refill the ice trays and the guy who has to stand over me and give me the evil eye until I refill them.
; )
We don't really use ice in our apartment. Everything we drink is in the fridge and cold already. God forbid however, someone not refill the Diet Coke in there when it's running low.
Greg. Lol. Too true.
I get lots of inspirations in the bathroom. Sometimes in the shower.
You needn't divorce your life and sublet a studio to get what you need. You need to throw enough junk out to make ONE room of your house Zen and Tranquility. That's all. Put locks on that room. It belongs to you.
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