random thoughts – Day 1,908 – (Saturday) – domesticity and such

The clouds were out today and it was rainy with thunderstorms predicted around the state. This did not affect my day much. I was tired from the activity and stress of the week and dancing and then arriving home at 10:00 Friday night. The plan for the day was to tweak some things for the open house tomorrow which roughly translated to “don’t allow any clutter to creep back in and make sure the place sparkles.”

It mostly worked. There will be things that need to be stashed out of sight tomorrow, but it’s 95% ready to roll. Some open house prep things like opening the curtains and blinds need to wait until tomorrow because, although I enjoy performing on stage, I don’t enjoy living on one. I guess I like to pick and choose the blinding spotlight moments.

There was time spent in the magical moving cube reorganizing things that had been hastily set inside Thursday and Friday. The rain splatted on the roof of the box and I finally understood comments read in stories about the pleasant sound of rain on a metal roof. At least it was pleasant when it was gentler rain, but then it got heavier and a bit more aggressive around the time I was ready to go back into the house. Of course, the padlock and key were not in the cube for fear of burying it in the chaos, so I had to retrieve it from the house and then go back out to the rain to lock the box, thus ushering in the wet tee shirt portion of the day.

Other highlights of the full domestic day included calling City Hall. The purpose was to ask about the notice left on the mailbox late yesterday afternoon that a paving project is slated for the neighborhood Monday through Wednesday. No cars can be parked on the street from 7 am to 4 pm and leaving driveways might be impossible at points during the day. My burning question was if it will affect Monday’s trash and recycling pickup. I was astounded when a human answered the phone on a Saturday and answered my question. The answer was “put the trash out as usual,” which has me now ruminating over how the trash trucks and the paving trucks are going to choreograph their placement in the streets.

Clothes going bye-bye.

The fascinating phone call about paving was followed by trying on a bunch of clothes and making piles on the bed before filling a bag to donate, then gathering the donation items temporarily stored in the moving cube on Thursday to load in the car. There was a trip to St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Store where I managed to set the items in the bins in the vestibule and quickly leave without entering the store. I don’t need more things I will have to move. I avoided the streets that pass Market Basket stores and went directly home. Miracles do happen. 

The fun kept on funning. There was the sweeping of the basement then washing the dustpan and brush of the basement dust and grit. Cleaning the stove with the Magic Eraser. Knocking out the dirty laundry. Unpacking the storage bags of summer clothes and hanging them or setting them in the drawers as appropriate. I love the seasonal changeover. It’s nice to pack away the winter sweaters and wool pants and replace them with tee shirts, summery dresses, and cropped drawstring pants. Winter is now out of sight and out of mind for several months.

To relax for the evening, it was a Sarah Silverman standup show on Netflix. I find her amusing, and only just now learned she is from Manchester, New Hampshire. How have I missed that over all these years? Or did I know it before and forget because it doesn’t affect my daily life?

One sleeve is longer. I can't deal.

The thing that had me most transfixed with the comedy show was the outfit. She has on jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt with a brown short sleeve shirt over it. Short sleeves over long sleeves was a big thing when I was a teenager, and I thought it was dumb. And the brown sleeve on Sarah Silverman's left arm is longer than the one on the right. For an hour it was all I could focus on, wondering if her right sleeve just needed to be tugged down an inch, or if it was a shoulder or collar bone alignment situation. Her shoulders look level. Maybe it's a fabric and layering issue.

The Sarah Silverman sleeve fixation is similar to the hyper fixation on why the right leg of every pair of pants I own is longer than the left and the inner seam doesn’t hang straight. In high school I thought all my pants were defective, but I finally figured out it is me. A couple years ago a chiropractor said my pelvis twists, which had me wondering how much better my leg extensions might have been in high school ballet classes had the situation been known and addressed then. At least this doesn’t affect my ability to move boxes or belly dance or any of the other important things in life.