Today I only do things in portions. There was a time when I would go to work to a paid job and the rest had to be fitted in at home. Now I am a golden oldie and can do it when I feel like it, although I soon discovered that is not the ideal solution. This is mainly due to the fact that to be quite honest, I never feel like anything.
The ideal life would be to get up in the morning, eat breakfast and afterwards perhaps go for a walk, or read a book. If life gets boring you can always play with the computer. Unfortunately things do not happen like that. Of course I could forget the housework. It will do itself if I do not, but I would eventually get the reputation of being a messy, the place might begin to smell, so in my new found life doing what I wanted to do was not the solution,
Windows have to be cleaned, and although you may think me overdoing it, I clean my windows once every two weeks. I have an east side and a west side to the appartment. On the photo you can see the west side. Admittedly it looks as if we are under siege at the moment, but this is due to the renovation of the facade of the appartment building. I clean one side of the appartment’s windows weekly, meaning each window is cleaned every two weeks. I have a super system, Swiss based. Just a drop of the cleaning fluid on the window cleaning gadget, up and down on the window pane and afterwards wipe it away with the scraper. Perhaps a wipe over with a clean cloth afterwards in the corners. This window front takes me about 30-40 minutes because I am a portion housewife. I do it regularly and so no big deal.
However the builders have now destroyed my easy cleaning sessions because of the dirt and dust from the demolition. Everything that is done on the upper floors is subject to gravity and eventually arrives on the ground floor outside in the garden. A further prolem is that they took my metal blinds away outside. Yesterday we had a thunder storm and this morning the righthand window was full of muddy spashes from the rain. The others were protected by the overhanging balcony from the next floor.
I just had a look at the other side of the appartment, the east side and discoverd that they were full of muddy spashes as on this side there is no overhanging balcony. So much for my portion theory.
I just cleaned the shower. Generally I do that one on Wednesday afternoon – a half hour job, but yesterday I was really not in the mood, so what did Mrs. Angloswiss do this afternoon – she cleaned the shower. Tomorrow is a portion free day – week-end shopping in the supermarket and Saturday and Sunday I have no portions, exept to feed the family.
Sometimes I have a feeling that I am doing something wrong, but I will continue with my portion theory until the bitter end. What else does a golden oldie have to keep her fit?