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Lilly on House work

 

 

I loathe housework.

However -- I work best / most efficiently in a clean, minimalist (NO clutter) space.

 

Therefore -- I need to be kept.  Very simple solution.  I need a house keeper.

and a chef.

since I dislike driving a chauffeur and car with enough space inside so I can continue to work on a Notebook computer would be ideal. (notice Switch I didn't say "laptop".)

 

Nothing short of a Royal Visit will make me do housework: yes I do know how to clean I was raised by an Inspector General -- But unless my feet are sticking to the floor and the bugs are brazen enough to waggle their antennae in plain line of sight I don't give a damn.

 

However -- I am always in the mood for sex.  I will drop whatever I am writing at the slightest indication my husband "is in the mood".  I have even been known to take the initiative -- and I certainly feel more inclined and in the mood to do housework when I have had some ...personal maintenance of an intimate nature.

it is one of life's great ironies that opposites not only attract, but marry.

 

I "enjoy" a mild form of autism called Aspegers Syndrome...on top of which (6 of one half a dozen of the other) is Synesthesia. and Empathy. 

some say all those fou-foul big words can be reduced to one: histrionic -- some say "high strung". <WITH a pat-pat on the head, niiiiice kitty.>

all of this to say to your wrap around question -- what triggers my moods?...

everything.  nothing. what ever's in front of me at the moment -- and whatever dances across my mind....and squats. 

 

Music is not so much a trigger as a medication...

 

On Family

 

 

I'm in my mid 40's with older brothers and sisters -- I grew up in the era when families ate supper together at 6:00pm every night but Sunday -- and in my family, that meant after dinner coffee and "Chat".  Face to face talking and listening to one another. 

No one was excused and no one would have looked for a reason to be excused; Mom and Dad had us for our entertainment value: this was understood.

 

It was not a matter of just being amusing and informative, nothing so cut and dried as services rendered for the opportunity of existence: we were an interactive audience.

 

Mother was a Goddess of Sarcasm, equally worshipped and feared for the cutting tongue that could reduce the slow witted to brain salad jullienne.  Pop was "Babe" the youngest of his own family and High King of his own domain.  My parents had no problem communicating, and they LOVED to make each other laugh.  Making them laugh was sharing in the pleasure of good company.

 

Yes I know their stories.  I know about my Grandparents, and the people they came from.  I started writing when I realized what I'd had was rare even for those times: when I'd go to friends for dinner no one talked beyond "Pass the butter": the meal ended and the adults picked up; the kids disburst.  Worse would be the feeling that since there was an outsider everyone was to be on their "company" manners.  No surprise, eating at my house was very popular... a bit of a culture shock, as we were working class poor and most of my friends from school were securely middle class or better.

 

We did eventually become adults and made our ways into the world, but the foundation was sound. 

I guess you could say that without it being said, our family values...

are Family.
And we always come back to the table.

 

 

 

You have kids, Art -- ? 

You have the chance to be for them what you would have liked to have had.

My Father died 29 years ago, but he's still a presence in my life.  In my dreams -- he's never left.  My mom, bless her heart is still amongst the living and just as irrascible as ever.

She's never remarried.  She'll tell you she can't be bothered with "Putting up with any man's nonsense."  5 minutes later she'll say something nice about Pop.

It's a complicated thing; but I think she still loves him, and she's pissed he left her. (his side of the family tends to be rather short lived; he had heart problems, died of a coronary at 49 -- two years after his first massive heart attack.)

 

Man, I'm betting Pop will have opted for reincarnation to dodge the wrath of Lucille when she finally shuffles off this mortal coil....