T and I accused each other of piling all our stuff on the kitchen table. So we gradually cleared it off! What a difference now I have polished it and put a new table cloth on it.
I forget how every corner of our house needs frequent and regular clearing off, polishing and creative re-arranging. It is a permanent set of duties. I am ok with laundry, washing up and hanging up my coat, but there is soooo much more to it than that.
My grandmother Raymonde used to take the fallen leaves off the low bushes as she walked slowly in one of her care homes. So even then she was re-creating order as she went about her business of being 80+.
The cat licks herself clean often, it never stops.
I feel I must not remove old decorations from the top shelf of our dresser because: some one gave me the wooden item, someone else gave T the cards, all guilt of one form and another. Actually it is perhaps ok to make a new display every month or season.
Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitchen. Show all posts
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Saturday, 15 January 2011
Tidied up and thoroughly lost
Over Christmas so many crucial and favourite items have been tidied away by me. I am still refinding and rearranging my stuff so that I can function normally again. Even the table itself was switched round by 90 degrees.
H doesn't have many items downstairs, so he has been able to live his life as usual, although he has been ill for over 2 weeks with a bad cold/lurgy.
T has mislaid practically everything, but not all at once. He likes to have his many favourite things all over what used to be my desk in the kitchen, plus quite a bit of other space there. I move them around which doesn't help!
S is the only one who keeps his stuff in a drawer and well out of range upstairs. Hmm, maybe he has an evolutionary advantage over the rest of us?
I think I will decorate light fittings and the exit doors next year and keep our living space as it is.
H doesn't have many items downstairs, so he has been able to live his life as usual, although he has been ill for over 2 weeks with a bad cold/lurgy.
T has mislaid practically everything, but not all at once. He likes to have his many favourite things all over what used to be my desk in the kitchen, plus quite a bit of other space there. I move them around which doesn't help!
S is the only one who keeps his stuff in a drawer and well out of range upstairs. Hmm, maybe he has an evolutionary advantage over the rest of us?
I think I will decorate light fittings and the exit doors next year and keep our living space as it is.
Decorations
I took down the last stars and snowflakes from my windows and dresser yesterday. I thought it might help me get past the current stuckness I have.
It didn't, but it was a good feeling to take some decorations upstairs each time I climbed the stairs for other reasons.
My dresser hooks are now freed up to hold all my many mugs, including the seaside ones my mother brought us for our Serbian Xmas/joint H and S birthday celebration on Sunday.
It didn't, but it was a good feeling to take some decorations upstairs each time I climbed the stairs for other reasons.
My dresser hooks are now freed up to hold all my many mugs, including the seaside ones my mother brought us for our Serbian Xmas/joint H and S birthday celebration on Sunday.
Inertia
I don't know why I have a big case of inertia. It isn't unpleasant, but I wind up sitting in the same place for too long. I know that all of a sudden it will lift.
A sour dough starter is maturing by the sink. It takes 7 days according to a web site I found. By the time it is ready I'll be able to knead one loaf and see how it turns out. Maybe my do nothing phase will be gone by then.
A sour dough starter is maturing by the sink. It takes 7 days according to a web site I found. By the time it is ready I'll be able to knead one loaf and see how it turns out. Maybe my do nothing phase will be gone by then.
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Lap time
Well, I don't call it that. If I come into the kitchen and the only free chair is actually not free at all, but being used as a foot rest by H, this is what we do:
I lift up the feet, sit down on the chair and put the feet back, but on my lap. I then have 2 socked feet and 20 toes to hold onto and rub gently. It's good.
T used to put his feet on top of mine while we sat at the table for meals. It was like holding hands, but different.
There isn't enough distance under the table for T and H to sit opposite each other. There hasn't been for a while. Those foot fights can get nasty. Maybe we need a divider under the table, or to turn the table round so they each have a place at the far ends, like the husband and wife at formal dinners, far enough away from each other not to bicker! Though bickering transcends any barriers...any time, any place is an opportunity if the wish is there.
I lift up the feet, sit down on the chair and put the feet back, but on my lap. I then have 2 socked feet and 20 toes to hold onto and rub gently. It's good.
T used to put his feet on top of mine while we sat at the table for meals. It was like holding hands, but different.
There isn't enough distance under the table for T and H to sit opposite each other. There hasn't been for a while. Those foot fights can get nasty. Maybe we need a divider under the table, or to turn the table round so they each have a place at the far ends, like the husband and wife at formal dinners, far enough away from each other not to bicker! Though bickering transcends any barriers...any time, any place is an opportunity if the wish is there.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
How not to do it
I made fudge today, but it didn't work at all. So there is learning how to do things and learning how *not* to do things.
Earlier in the day we sat round the table and played cards. We take turns being dealer. We play vingt et un without betting. We just count the number of tricks each player wins as we go through the pack each time.
I haven't been out in the car since Friday. S has been doing all the errands in the snow. This is the most non-adventurous I have ever been. T and H have been even more house bound in a good way than me. I rush out with my broom to sweep away new flecks of snow from my paths. Every envelope with a stamp on it is an excuse for me to walk carefully along our snowy footpaths to the post box.
The chat time in the kitchen is just starting between T and H. It's good that they have a similar chat cycle.
Earlier in the day we sat round the table and played cards. We take turns being dealer. We play vingt et un without betting. We just count the number of tricks each player wins as we go through the pack each time.
I haven't been out in the car since Friday. S has been doing all the errands in the snow. This is the most non-adventurous I have ever been. T and H have been even more house bound in a good way than me. I rush out with my broom to sweep away new flecks of snow from my paths. Every envelope with a stamp on it is an excuse for me to walk carefully along our snowy footpaths to the post box.
The chat time in the kitchen is just starting between T and H. It's good that they have a similar chat cycle.
Saturday, 11 December 2010
Earlier this week
I had one of those bad nights. H wasn't feeling too healthy, I watched an iplayer film about a topic which worries me, and I was shocked by news of an assault.
Since then I have had a sort of fire in me about meal times. The table is cleared off, the plates are laid nicely, the glasses of water are there. I growl, almost, that it is time to WORSHIP the food. Away from the screens, headphones off, and we play a little game of Kids Trivia with a die while eating.
It has been good for me and good for T and H. One night all four of us were squished round the table for a while. It is fun. We have lots of these little food worship moments, because I make food only when people are actually hungry, and we just have one bit at a time, not the old fashioned 3 courses plus coffee....
The best bit is finding fun things to play with while munching. I brought out the magnetic metal shapes yesterday and had a great time making flower shapes, little cars and a ziggurat.
I even made patterns with the HP sauce a la Master Chef.
Since then I have had a sort of fire in me about meal times. The table is cleared off, the plates are laid nicely, the glasses of water are there. I growl, almost, that it is time to WORSHIP the food. Away from the screens, headphones off, and we play a little game of Kids Trivia with a die while eating.
It has been good for me and good for T and H. One night all four of us were squished round the table for a while. It is fun. We have lots of these little food worship moments, because I make food only when people are actually hungry, and we just have one bit at a time, not the old fashioned 3 courses plus coffee....
The best bit is finding fun things to play with while munching. I brought out the magnetic metal shapes yesterday and had a great time making flower shapes, little cars and a ziggurat.
I even made patterns with the HP sauce a la Master Chef.
Sunday, 14 November 2010
We were all in one room
....so it was a sort of a party. We were all talking at once. 3 of us were using laptops/the computer. 1 hero was reading. He didn't feel it really qualified as reading because it was a small catalogue. But it was made of paper, printed and had words on it!
Friday, 12 November 2010
A new noise
The visiting cat jumped up and walked around on top of T's open lap top on the kitchen table. I was stuck on my chair with my lap top on my knee so I made a 'eeeeh' sound. It was just like a sheep.
Then the cat walked very close to T's mug of hot chocolate, so I made another spontaneous 'meeeh' sound, only without the 'm'. I was so shocked and yet couldn't do anything apart from bleat!!
Both boys spent such a long time copying my wonderful noises. My stomach started to hurt I was laughing so much. The cat was quite happy and totally ignored all of us.
Then the cat walked very close to T's mug of hot chocolate, so I made another spontaneous 'meeeh' sound, only without the 'm'. I was so shocked and yet couldn't do anything apart from bleat!!
Both boys spent such a long time copying my wonderful noises. My stomach started to hurt I was laughing so much. The cat was quite happy and totally ignored all of us.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
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