Dinner and a Commentary
Monday, December 31, 2007
Here’s what Pooka had for dinner tonight:
That’s a sliced-up turkey kielbasa sauteed with onions and garlic. I used Mccormick steak seasoning (the kind you grind). Diced potatoes (freezer junk since I’m not industrious enough to manage real taters). Diced tomatoes and lettuce on the side.
The Halls are dessert (after a great Heather-Nieces-Cookie-Desert) for my miserable cold.
And washed down with MTDEW just because it makes me feel happier (sure isn’t very good for me).
I’ve been sicko for 2 days, now, and am running on about 6 hours of sleep (sleep is hard to get when I’m sicko). Stayed up until 4am playing with art and listening to music (there are some perks to insomnia). Got to say hi to Heather and we talked for a little while about weather and kids and cookies and stuff.
I am so frustrated with my laundry situation. I have a Euro-style washer, which means all-in-one washer and dryer in the SAME machine and about 1/3 the capacity of the last washer we owned in Cuba. The dirt is, though, that I can’t get the STINKIN’ DRYER function to function. That’s right, I’m back in the stone age, hanging my clothes up to dry. And to add insult to injury, I don’t have a clothesline or drying rack, so every doorframe in my house is draped with hangers laden with shirts, socks and pants (underwear gets hung on the bannister that runs up all three floors). This is great fun.
And then I get to IRON all of it (because the stuff is INCREDIBLY wrinkly once it’s dried). NO WONDER they invented tumble-dry and fabric softener. FOOEY on this third-world existence. I’m going to go figure out how much I can pass off on the dry-cleaners without breaking my budget. Otherwise, I’m off to buy a good iron and ironing board (I HATE IRONING).
Or convince my landlord that this washer thing needs to get fixed. He IS getting about $2400 a month from me.
It all wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t sicko and needing to do laundry, cook for myself, try to sleep, clean stuff and all that. Just let me curl up under my crummy flower-comforter and peach sheets until I get better.
No wonder people used to BEAT their clothes clean, or tried to DROWN them in the crick. I completely understand their frustration. Modern rules of dress are SO ridiculous. Try the military sometime. They’ve written LIBRARIES on the subject of clothing. The Navy’s Uniform Regs alone are a HUGE reference, and you can’t even find all of the instructions in one place. Periodic directions are sent out to the fleet changing the rules, or adding to them, and then of course there are special references, too, like the awards manual, which tells how to wear ribbons, medals and other decorations on uniforms. EVEN EXERCISE WEAR is regulated. WOW.
Why hasn’t anybody figured out that just throwing on a bath-towel and t-shirt should be sufficient covering (add a very stylish green London Fog coat for cold weather (I had one, and never had to iron it...come to think of it, never cleaned it either. Bet it’s pretty gross. But who’d dare beat or drown a coat like that to get it clean?
Heh, A would. She never liked that thing much).
And...That’s probably enough for the “friday funnies.” Signed off until next time.