Spring Cleaning : handy household hints
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section7mfuMaking the Bed
He approached the threshold of his bedroom and surveyed the shambles. The sheets were stripped off and lay in a rumpled puddle across the carpet. Pillows were scattered like meadow blossoms. One panel of the curtains drooped like a surrendered flag. The mattress had slid halfway off the frame. He supposed he should be glad the frame had not been bent. This time. A pair of panties acted as a shade for an overturned table lamp. When she had teased him about installing a trapeze, he took it as a personal challenge. A night like that was Passionate Adventure. The morning after was a singular chore.
Doing the Dishes
He had one of those infinitesimal city kitchens, a crushed corner against one wall. A single swipe of the rag and the counter was clear. Joanna rinsed a pair of glasses and tipped them over onto a towel to dry.
Gummy cartons of their dinner delivery were tossed into the rubbish. Dinner at his place did not mean time wasted cooking. “Jo...?” he called drowsily from down the short hall. Nor did it mean time wasted cleaning up.
Tidying Up
It was another reason he rarely brought women to his place. They tended to take one glance around the shabby flat and immediately begin to plump pillows and brush crumbs from naked surfaces and rearrange his journals. He did not want his journals organized by date, nor by alphabet, nor by cover story. He had his system, and it suited Him. And that was the point. The luxury of having these few and dusty rooms left to his own devices. He reveled in the new freedom of pleasing only himself. It stemmed, he supposed, from a latent rebellion against the strict standards imposed by the state orphanage, and the military.
Laundry
The simplest of all chores. No sorting. Black, black, and black.
Grocery Shopping
Why? He disliked cooking unless it was chemistry, and he was so often traveling that fresh food went sour/stale/moldy. There was an adequate commissary at work. There was a cityful of diverse take-out and delivery. And there were plenty of offers for home-cooked meals.
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He approached the threshold of his bedroom and surveyed the shambles. The sheets were stripped off and lay in a rumpled puddle across the carpet. Pillows were scattered like meadow blossoms. One panel of the curtains drooped like a surrendered flag. The mattress had slid halfway off the frame. He supposed he should be glad the frame had not been bent. This time. A pair of panties acted as a shade for an overturned table lamp. When she had teased him about installing a trapeze, he took it as a personal challenge. A night like that was Passionate Adventure. The morning after was a singular chore.
Doing the Dishes
He had one of those infinitesimal city kitchens, a crushed corner against one wall. A single swipe of the rag and the counter was clear. Joanna rinsed a pair of glasses and tipped them over onto a towel to dry.
Gummy cartons of their dinner delivery were tossed into the rubbish. Dinner at his place did not mean time wasted cooking. “Jo...?” he called drowsily from down the short hall. Nor did it mean time wasted cleaning up.
Tidying Up
It was another reason he rarely brought women to his place. They tended to take one glance around the shabby flat and immediately begin to plump pillows and brush crumbs from naked surfaces and rearrange his journals. He did not want his journals organized by date, nor by alphabet, nor by cover story. He had his system, and it suited Him. And that was the point. The luxury of having these few and dusty rooms left to his own devices. He reveled in the new freedom of pleasing only himself. It stemmed, he supposed, from a latent rebellion against the strict standards imposed by the state orphanage, and the military.
Laundry
The simplest of all chores. No sorting. Black, black, and black.
Grocery Shopping
Why? He disliked cooking unless it was chemistry, and he was so often traveling that fresh food went sour/stale/moldy. There was an adequate commissary at work. There was a cityful of diverse take-out and delivery. And there were plenty of offers for home-cooked meals.
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Date: 2015-03-19 10:09 pm (UTC)Looking forward to you posting more gems like this. :D
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