I’ve packed my bags, cleaned the floor,
Now watch me walking, walking out the door.
Eurythmics, Would I lie to You?
It’s Spring time on the damp coast and inevitably, my mind briefly flits on the idea of spring cleaning the house. And I do mean briefly.
It is a deranged mind that loves house cleaning. To be perpetually obsessed about ridding the world of dust bunnies or banishing bathroom mold is a bit sick and twisted. Continue reading
He did things that only Superman could do
Things that sis and I could not believe were true.
Harry Connick Jr., He is They Are
My dad has always been my superman. There wasn’t anything that he couldn’t do. He could fix anything and build something out of any kinda material. He rebuilt our entire house!
He could climb mountains and swim oceans. He was the coolest dad on the block because he raced motorcycles.
So cool, in fact, it saved me from being stuffed into a locker in grade 8. Turns out the grade 12s had heard of my dad and thought I was cool because of it. Whew! Continue reading
I get by with a little help from my friends
Ringo Starr
Why is it that when a woman is going through a tough spot, people leave her alone?
Yet, when a man is going through a tough ordeal, people rally round him. They bring him food, they offer to make him dinner, they clean his house.
I’ve seen this first hand.
When a friend died, people tripped over themselves to help her husband. I went over and cleaned his filthy house, made food, helped out with the kids.
Yet when a family friend lost her husband, no one went over to clean her house or made her food. After a couple of weeks, people stopped calling. Why? Continue reading
