Autumn in New York can be relentless…
Or, maybe not.
Well, this week alone (8.5 days) will be coming to an end at 4pm BST when M finally gets passed back to me. I am excited, I do not deny, but I will miss the silence. I am odd like that, I enjoy silence, well as much as it can be silent, after all there is the high pitch whistle in my ears that gets quite loud, and maybe the quiet hum of the washing machine or dishwasher, and then there is the pattering about of the dogs, but it is silence to me. No TV or radio, not even me playing music in the background. How I lament silence. But, all things, good and bad must come to an end.
I rose from my pit quite early for a Sunday 06:20 as the girls wanted out, so in the end, I was up with the partridge. Dinner is cooked and now in the slow cooker ready for M and me when we get back from the Airport. Everywhere is clean and tidy, but hey, this is a gay man’s house, so you should not be surprised. Apart from currently doing laundry, all I have to do now is pop to the shops for butter and make a Victoria Sponge cake for M when he gets home. He wanted fresh cream rather than buttercream, but then the cake has to be in the fridge and it goes hard, so he is having buttercream, but SHH! Don’t tell him LOL.
I never go round to fixing the floor behind the dishwasher, but with good reason, or good excuse, you decide. I need to pull out both the dishwasher and the washing machine, which means moving the dining table to the other end of the kitchen so I have room to work. But then I need to assess what I need and then go to the hardware store to get the timber etc. So far, no problem, but, the girls like to get in the way, and I know they are trying to help in their own way, with licks and moral support, but they are a bloody nuisance when all is said and done. But, the real problem is I need an assistant that is two-legged, rather than four. Not just for passing things, but holding things too in order to get it done right. So, with this in mind, I told him that he would be my helper and I would do it next week. With that job done all I have to do is re-line the cupboard I built at the end of the units and we are done. YAY!
I am reminded by a friend’s writing that what is important today will still be important tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year, because if it isn’t, then it isn’t important. Mix that with M’s description of me doing jobs in the house, it will get done eventually, when he is ready to do it. Both are so right, and if you put them together, they really do describe my workings in the house, if it is important, then it will get done, today, tomorrow, next week, month or year, but it will get done.