What household chore do you absolutely hate doing? There isn’t a chore that comes to mind that I absolutely hate doing, though I’m not particularly fond of housework in general. I mean, I know it has to be done because it ain’t gonna do itself, but yeah… I can’t think of anything off the top of my mind that I’ll put off forever because I cannot abide the thought of doing it. Doug, on the other hand, simply cannot stand the thought of doing, well pretty much any household chore, but he seems to particularly hate doing laundry. Which is too bad because it’s the only thing I really need him to do. And he doesn’t even have to do all of it! Just put the clothes away. I do the washing and drying, he just has to fold the laundry and hang things up. My back isn’t up to the bending and stretching involved in removing the clothing from the dryer and hanging things up, So putting away the laundry is just about his only chore around here — aside from taking out the trash once a week (and he hates that too). But he’ll put off putting away the laundry for days. I mean days. Until the clothes have to be dried again because they’re wrinkled from sitting in the dryer for so long. I’d do it myself, but it takes me days to recover, which is why the chore fell to him.
At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive? Look. I don’t do passion. It’s not my thing. All my life, I’ve seen people around me get all passionate about things in their life and I marvel at the emotion, but it’s not something that I’ve ever felt. Same with envy and any other strong emotion. It’s always been this way. Even my “romantic” love for my husband pales in comparison to what other people seem to feel for their partners. I love my husband very much, but it’s not the wild, romantic love that’s portrayed in the movies and books. I simply love him, and there it is. The same way I love everyone in my life. I move steady on through life and my feelings are like a deep pool — flat and unfathomable. If I’m being “passionate” about something then the people in my life should start to worry because that means my meds aren’t working and I’m cycling hard — in other words sumthin’ ain’t right in my brainpan. Because passion in my miswired brain means that my bipolar is flaring bad. It’s a red flag. But, I don’t need to feel passionate to be alive. I’m very much alive moving along steady as she goes. Thanks much.
How many times have you moved in the last ten years? Hm, the last ten years have been pretty slow for me in the moving department. Let’s see, it’s 2017, so ten years ago would have been 2007, which means I would have just moved to Mississippi about then and started college. I had three addresses in Mississippi. I lived with my uncle, I lived in my motor home, and then I rented a room in a house. Within that time, I moved to Arizona and back. Technically I was still living in my motor home, but I still count it as “moving” because different state and all, so that’s four addresses. After college, I moved to New Mexico, and I had… counting… …let’s see, my apartment… Doug’s apartment… the house… three addresses there. I’m pretty sure that’s all for New Mexico. Then we moved here to Washington and we’ve had two addresses here. The apartment in Seattle, and this house. And that’s it. So, counting all of those up, I’ve moved nine times in the last ten years. Like I said, I’ve slowed down in my old age. I mean, my god, we’ve lived in this house for over two years! That’s like, a record for me or something. ^_^
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. One of my bestest friends recently had her first kid. She’s over the moon, and I’m happy for her. It’s a great time in someone’s life, that first kid. Everything is new again. I wish her the best and hope that everything goes well for her and hers. Love you, Mags.
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