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Tempus fugit, as some dead Roman a couple of millennia ago might have said
I doubt it, dead Romans tend to be as silent as the grave
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Tempus fugit, as some dead Roman a couple of millennia ago might have said
Meanwhile, all baseball fans know that we're now seventy years removed from the last time anyone could say "National League Champion Chicago Cubs"...
For a good deal of the time when the kids were growing up we had a housekeeper come in once every 2 weeks. Never really thought of her as a "servant," more like a helper. We both had full time jobs and she was a godsend. She really kept our home from degenerating into a real pigsty.
My oldest son saw that Richie Rich movie when he was about 4 and wanted a butler like Cadbury- I suppose he thought that it would have been fun to have someone around just to pick up his toys or such.
We've had a gardener, a cleaner, someone to do the ironing, a painter/decorator, a carpenter/builder and odd-job man for over 30 years. My wife's work as a paramedic in the ambulance service meant unsociable shifts, I was determined that what free time she had we could enjoy together. I found that professionals certainly can do much more and much more quickly because they have the necessary tools, and it's what they do. I wouldn't dream of calling them servants or any other menial title. They are indispensable, especially the ironing fairy. We haven't done our own ironing for over forty years. For me, DIY means:I inherited the previous homeowner's gardener. We got leafy trees here -- in our yard, and in the neighbors'. He and his assistant did more in an hour than I might have done all weekend long. They got the equipment, and lots of practice operating it.
I paid one of the kids from the theatre fifty bucks to help me clean out my garage a couple years ago. "God, you're a filthy pig," she said as she collected her pay.
The lovely missus and I have called in outside help on a handful of occasions over the past few years, which always left me feeling a bit odd, scion of the working-class as I am, and not accustomed to people picking up after me. But, without going into detail, our circumstances surely do justify the expenditure. Every once in a while.
Still, I can't have others doing my dishes, or my laundry. And as long as the help is being compensated at a decent rate, I can feel okay about it, seeing how I have done "lowlier" work, for less money.
That's exactly why I don't hire a maid!"Cleaning up for the housekeeper." I know that experience well: a residual effect of the Catholic Guilt of my childhood, no doubt.
"Cleaning up for the housekeeper." I know that experience well: a residual effect of the Catholic Guilt of my childhood, no doubt.
My sister made extra money by cleaning houses in and around the neighborhood. One day she expressed her observation that her less-intelligent clients' homes needed very little cleaning, while her more-intelligent clients were, as she put it, "complete slobs". By that yardstick, my wife and I must be geniuses.I paid one of the kids from the theatre fifty bucks to help me clean out my garage a couple years ago. "God, you're a filthy pig," she said as she collected her pay.
My sister made extra money by cleaning houses in and around the neighborhood. One day she expressed her observation that her less-intelligent clients' homes needed very little cleaning, while her more-intelligent clients were, as she put it, "complete slobs". By that yardstick, my wife and I must be geniuses.
There's a reason why I painted my bathroom green.