8.4.2001
 
Grandma's vacuuming (pronounced "buck-you-m-ing") with a 15yr old Hoover that whistles with a high pitch rather annoyingly every minute. Scratch that, I ended up being annoyed by the ambuling pace my grandma did it and took it upon myself to clean the last three rooms.

It's funny how some domestic chores I find condolences in. For instance, in vacuuming and dusting I get a good workout (dancing/singing while doing so) and the house is nice and clean.
Washing dishes I have time to contemplate things and always get freshly clean plates and my hands smell like lemonade from the dish liquid.

And cooking... well, if the food turns out good I'm ever so happy and when it's shit... it's shit. But the act of making food keeps me elated for quite some time.

Now sis' persuading me to play the DreamPhone game she found in the garage with her. How can I resist?

(and thanks again to Paul for the info!)

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