Excuse me but have you seen my helicopter?
Since Chris is gone, I’ve made myself a “To Do” list. My goal is to tackle one chore on the list a night so that my weekends are completely free to just hang out with Chris. It also helps that my boss is traveling this week which means I get to leave at my preferred time of 4:55 pm. Monday night I basically picked up. There were just random things that needed to be put away. The white sheets we were using as curtains in the bedrooms needed to be folded. The two curtains we’d bought to see which color we liked and if they made a marked difference in heat level needed to be put back in their packages which increases the likelihood of our actually returning them to about 50/50. The dishwasher needed to be emptied. You know, just random little things.
Last night’s chore was to vacuum. Without Maggie, I must confess, this chore gets put off. A lot. There’s just the two of us in the house and really, we don’t make that big of a mess. I was pretty diligent about it when there was enough dog hair around to make a whole new dog but now, I find it’s pretty easy to dodge this chore entirely.
And there’s the fact that it takes me 45 minutes to vacuum the whole house. Seriously. The square footage is fabulous but it takes forever to clean. We don’t actually use most of the rooms in our house. I generally have to dust the dining room and kitchen tables. Really, why did I spend almost 4 hours driving hunched over the steering wheel of a rented SUV to get that dining room table? It’s been used once. And then there’s the guest “wing”. Apart from the occasional bathroom use, there’s an entire side of the house we don’t use. At. All. So when I say to you that if you come for a visit you will have your own side to yourself, I’m pretty serious about that.
Anyway, I had just finished vacuuming the front of the house (dining room, foyer and office) and preparing to move the vacuum to another room when the doorbell rang.
My first thought was that perhaps this was a visit from a church. We’ve visited the same local church twice now and even tried out a Sunday School class. But then I remembered their announcement that we need not be worried about being “bothered” by church members if we filled out the visitors form. The minister assured us we would not be called or disturbed in any way.
And let me just say, I have such a serious problem with that.
Okay so church visitation out. Then who the heck can this be?
I opened the door to see a man standing there in his Old Navy I want to be a rocker in my khaki plaid shorts, logo tee and shaved head. Then he said, in a very thick Irish accent (Seriously, not kidding. In Texas, nonetheless):
“Excuse me, miss. I’m so sorry to bother you but it appears a piece of my helicopter has landed on your roof. I was wondering if it would be okay if I went up there to get it.”
I then looked in his hand and he was holding the remains of what I’m assuming used to be a remote controlled helicopter. In the middle of the street were 2 little boys, maybe 5 or 6, anxiously looking up at my roof.
I stepped out of the house and followed their gaze. Sure enough, one of the propellers was lying at the edge of the roof. I looked back at the rocker guy, giggled a little bit and asked him if he had a ladder to get up there. He assured me he did and he would do it quickly as to not disrupt my evening further.
Yeah, my oh so exciting evening of vacuuming.
About 3 minutes later the propeller had been recovered and all was right with the world. The two little boys were visibly excited to have the chance to put it back together and give flying another whirl.
I went back to vacuuming.
Since Chris is gone, I’ve made myself a “To Do” list. My goal is to tackle one chore on the list a night so that my weekends are completely free to just hang out with Chris. It also helps that my boss is traveling this week which means I get to leave at my preferred time of 4:55 pm. Monday night I basically picked up. There were just random things that needed to be put away. The white sheets we were using as curtains in the bedrooms needed to be folded. The two curtains we’d bought to see which color we liked and if they made a marked difference in heat level needed to be put back in their packages which increases the likelihood of our actually returning them to about 50/50. The dishwasher needed to be emptied. You know, just random little things.
Last night’s chore was to vacuum. Without Maggie, I must confess, this chore gets put off. A lot. There’s just the two of us in the house and really, we don’t make that big of a mess. I was pretty diligent about it when there was enough dog hair around to make a whole new dog but now, I find it’s pretty easy to dodge this chore entirely.
And there’s the fact that it takes me 45 minutes to vacuum the whole house. Seriously. The square footage is fabulous but it takes forever to clean. We don’t actually use most of the rooms in our house. I generally have to dust the dining room and kitchen tables. Really, why did I spend almost 4 hours driving hunched over the steering wheel of a rented SUV to get that dining room table? It’s been used once. And then there’s the guest “wing”. Apart from the occasional bathroom use, there’s an entire side of the house we don’t use. At. All. So when I say to you that if you come for a visit you will have your own side to yourself, I’m pretty serious about that.
Anyway, I had just finished vacuuming the front of the house (dining room, foyer and office) and preparing to move the vacuum to another room when the doorbell rang.
My first thought was that perhaps this was a visit from a church. We’ve visited the same local church twice now and even tried out a Sunday School class. But then I remembered their announcement that we need not be worried about being “bothered” by church members if we filled out the visitors form. The minister assured us we would not be called or disturbed in any way.
And let me just say, I have such a serious problem with that.
Okay so church visitation out. Then who the heck can this be?
I opened the door to see a man standing there in his Old Navy I want to be a rocker in my khaki plaid shorts, logo tee and shaved head. Then he said, in a very thick Irish accent (Seriously, not kidding. In Texas, nonetheless):
“Excuse me, miss. I’m so sorry to bother you but it appears a piece of my helicopter has landed on your roof. I was wondering if it would be okay if I went up there to get it.”
I then looked in his hand and he was holding the remains of what I’m assuming used to be a remote controlled helicopter. In the middle of the street were 2 little boys, maybe 5 or 6, anxiously looking up at my roof.
I stepped out of the house and followed their gaze. Sure enough, one of the propellers was lying at the edge of the roof. I looked back at the rocker guy, giggled a little bit and asked him if he had a ladder to get up there. He assured me he did and he would do it quickly as to not disrupt my evening further.
Yeah, my oh so exciting evening of vacuuming.
About 3 minutes later the propeller had been recovered and all was right with the world. The two little boys were visibly excited to have the chance to put it back together and give flying another whirl.
I went back to vacuuming.
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