Categories: housework, prayer, work
Date: 02 January 2009 22:29:22
It's an activity I rarely indulge myself in, but when I do, oh boy, it's usually a mammoth task.
So, today, I have ironed acres and acres of curtains. Keeping me motivated involved at least two short breaks, two cans of Diet Coke, one banana, two yummy biscuits, one main meal break (stir-fry and Moroccan couscous, with Emmental cheese), two Scramble Breaks, and loud music to sing along to. It also involved several trips up and down the step-ladders, the complete re-arrangement of the chapel chairs to provide somewhere to keep the freshly ironed bits as flat as possible, and finally persuading Jesus he wanted to hang up again. It's a delicate operation getting him to hang up properly...
I took the phone with me, to get two really annoying phone calls for the other member of this household, who does some work from home, and some of this includes fielding bizarre questions from random people. Trouble is, some of these callers assume the answers are at my finger tips. (I only occasionally help by stuffing envelopes at mailing out time!!) I've learnt to be firm about saying "Call back on...." or giving out the e-mail address that I'm allowed to, but both of these two were persistent in asking the questions they wanted to ask, "Just in case you can help...". I must not be fully well yet, I can normally deal with these calls politely and without getting involved. I have been self employed, I have worked in busy retail, I am the daughter of a life-long self employed parent, I have lived a life that has me dealing with bizarre phone calls.... Of course, they both rang when I was up a step ladder! My Best Friend, however, with her immaculate sense of timing, phoned just as I'd re-attached the last of the curtain hooks to the rail!! She had had the advantage of following my progress on my Facebook Status!
The only outing I've had all week was to buy a new storage box for my room. I failed, because I didn't realise that lids cost extra... it really was not at all clear, and it was only when the lid was removed at the till, and the second barcode appeared that this became apparent. I shall try again tomorrow.
Spare prayers would be welcomed for R, who's 13, and who's cancer has now spread to her brain.