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Sorry to hear of the worry and sadness people are experiencing - the dark of winter seems to bring it on.

Actually Seelerman and I are doing quite well. We had a dinner party last evening. Two other couples. Seelerman insisted that we needed to catch up on our hospitality - we've eaten at their homes much more often then we've had them in. It went well. Actually Seelerman stepped up to the plate and did much of the preparation, including selecting the date and calling one of the ccouple to confirm before I called the other. Then he helped tidy the house, put the extra leaf in the table, gather chairs, pealed the potatoes and squash, helped put the capon in the oven, looked after the wine. One of the guests insisted on helping me put the dishes in the dishwasher, and Seelerman tidied the kitchen after the last guest left and I collapsed in the livingroom. Not bad for a man who fifty years ago didn't seem to know anything about prep or cleaning up for a meal - just the eating.
 
Congratulations to Seelerman. The lack of some guys willingness to do some of the daily household chores has long annoyed me. My man was among the offenders and it has taken many years to get him accepting some responsibility. It started with cooking and I slowly increased the suggestions. More recently he has noticed and dealt with a dirty floor! I cling to hope about toilet cleaning - he has done it once so there is some hope to cling to. We have a monthly pot luck supper with a club we belong to. There was much surprise when hubby took the dish he had made. Another member said her husband has started making some meals (he needed some help as he didn't know where to find the various items needed). She had told him that he needed to learn some cooking skills now as they are of an age (as we are) when either of them could get really sick or even die. Without cooking skills he would be living on sandwiches, eggs and bacon and frozen or take out junk!
 
Sorry to hear of the worry and sadness people are experiencing - the dark of winter seems to bring it on.

Actually Seelerman and I are doing quite well. We had a dinner party last evening. Two other couples. Seelerman insisted that we needed to catch up on our hospitality - we've eaten at their homes much more often then we've had them in. It went well. Actually Seelerman stepped up to the plate and did much of the preparation, including selecting the date and calling one of the ccouple to confirm before I called the other. Then he helped tidy the house, put the extra leaf in the table, gather chairs, pealed the potatoes and squash, helped put the capon in the oven, looked after the wine. One of the guests insisted on helping me put the dishes in the dishwasher, and Seelerman tidied the kitchen after the last guest left and I collapsed in the livingroom. Not bad for a man who fifty years ago didn't seem to know anything about prep or cleaning up for a meal - just the eating.

Capon ... about with the capers ... nummy? Went down with a whisper ... my, that's good! In time we too shall be consumed ... sometimes labeled as recall of Grace ... tis a given! These things come round ... the flash of Capernum as hidden in de skit 'z ... divine personification if one can stand the connections ...
 
The lack of some guys willingness to do some of the daily household chores has long annoyed me. My man was among the offenders and it has taken many years to get him accepting some responsibility.

We've got things quite well sorted out at home in terms of what I do versus what she does but Little M is still in the reluctant mindset. We'll see next year if he does move into an apartment with his friend. She's Chinese and they tend to be fairly fussy about cleanliness (a cultural thing that I've learned a thing or two about;)) so she might whip him into shape. :D
 
I'm lucky...My husband is a good cook, if somewhat plain (ohoh...I'd better not complain). He cooks and eats according to mood though, so sometimes when I cook something new, and he's not in the mood for new, he can't hide his disappointment/disapproval. I, on the other hand, like to experiment. Problem solved: invite my mom over. She likes whatever experiment I try.
 
Congratulations to Seelerman. The lack of some guys willingness to do some of the daily household chores has long annoyed me. My man was among the offenders and it has taken many years to get him accepting some responsibility. It started with cooking and I slowly increased the suggestions. More recently he has noticed and dealt with a dirty floor! I cling to hope about toilet cleaning - he has done it once so there is some hope to cling to. We have a monthly pot luck supper with a club we belong to. There was much surprise when hubby took the dish he had made. Another member said her husband has started making some meals (he needed some help as he didn't know where to find the various items needed). She had told him that he needed to learn some cooking skills now as they are of an age (as we are) when either of them could get really sick or even die. Without cooking skills he would be living on sandwiches, eggs and bacon and frozen or take out junk!

I think that is why Seelerman has recently stepped up his efforts to help out at home - although he gradually learned over a lifetime that if I was going to work outside the home he would have to help some - and also he has more time now that he is retired. His health is much better than mine.
We do somethings together. I sort the laundry and start the first load, but he often moves things from the washer to the dryer and starts the next load - unless I tell him that I have to adjust the settings for subsequent loads, or for heaven's sake don't throw such-n-such in the dryer.
 
I daresnt touch the laundry or much in the kitchen when the backer is around ... she often gets steamed when not Dunne Ur way and thus the shadow sense hanging about ...

When chez out ... the beast will mess about ... making chili, chowder or some other rare Ragu ...
 
My Dad quite happily took on much of the cooking when he retired. Much to the relief of all who had been subject to my Mother's indifferent efforts over the years. His taste, as well, Luce, tended to the stew-like. His favourite recipe, from one of the Jean Pare "casserole" cookbooks, was a concoction called "chuckwagon chili". As I recall, it had both stewing beef and sausages in it.
 
It's the kindest way to describe it. My mother did not like to cook, had no interest in it, and no talent at it. She blamed it on the absence of decent food, and certainly the absence of any food that could afford to be wasted on failed cooking lessons, growing up during the Great Depression and WW2. She loved "time and energy saving" products, which meant that she embraced Hamburger Helper with an almost divinely-inspired zeal.
 
There are some that just can't absorb anything ... no love of feeding ... even in the case of that negative physicality of soul ... the least of concerns to some powers ... thus lost thoughts!

Where do they go? No where's mon ... just buried treasure ripe for recall at the right incidents ... thus it is left to us ... one must dig it ... the myth!

"But Master there's nothing there!" myson as myself wouldn't you make something 'veit ... the enigma goes on darkly as if unseen ... a dark MIR thing-heh ... core beauty?
 
My Grandma was a really good cook. And baker. Her butter tarts were the best I am ever likely to eat in this world. She lived a very difficult life but by the time she was older, she was able to relax into relative security and a little less work. She too embraced convenience foods. She thought they were the greatest invention ever, and, instead of trying new recipes, she would find new convenience foods to try. It is one of my fondest memories of a pretty interesting character.
 
I daresnt touch the laundry or much in the kitchen when the backer is around ... she often gets steamed when not Dunne Ur way and thus the shadow sense hanging about ...

When chez out ... the beast will mess about ... making chili, chowder or some other rare Ragu ...
This describes my situation - but with roles reversed. When my husband retired, he gradually took over all the household tasks as his own - and he is very accomplished now. As I begin to think about retiring, it worries me a bit to consider how my presence might 'interfere' with his well established routines. I'm sure we'll work it out - but I do reasonably anticipate a time of tension during readjustment.
 
This describes my situation - but with roles reversed. When my husband retired, he gradually took over all the household tasks as his own - and he is very accomplished now. As I begin to think about retiring, it worries me a bit to consider how my presence might 'interfere' with his well established routines. I'm sure we'll work it out - but I do reasonably anticipate a time of tension during readjustment.

Some times human psyche is the hardest thing to alter ... bad, or just particularly funy ... if one can back away and laugh at themselves.

Of course this might go against the coopt 'd approach if indoctrinated with some sense of conflicting complex ...

Good Lord could we deal with that? Imagine living in close quarters in heaven and short of fabrics and robes ... Jesus did say to be cautious about people in long robes ... what a dei mon heh was ...
 
On a pleasant note, I mentioned to my friend that if Bailey's farmer friend would like Lucy to visit with/walk with Bailey, he could call. He did. Turns out we were in the same high school class, and as I suspected from his name, his farm is the one at the other end of my street, so almost exactly the same distance as walking to Bailey's 'old' house. He's also recently retired from full-time farming due to health, so he's happy enough to have me continue to walk with Bailey. Nice bit of continuity for Bailey, and good socialization for both of the dogs.
 
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