Posted on May 14th, 2011
Housekeeping was a novel I read in college, which I never quite wrapped my brain around and which I keep meaning to reread. I want to like Marilynne Robinson’s novels (and have read all three) but I never quite get there. Or rather, I like the novels and I admire the beautiful writing, but I don’t love them. I keep hoping I’ll grow into them.
Housekeeping is the most annoying part of my life. I don’t actually mind vacuuming or cleaning, but I hate that they are thankless tasks that never end. (I’m not going to get into a discussion about the equities: if M is going to work 10-12 hours a day, 5-6 days a week, then I can handle the dishes, laundry, and cleaning. Since I’m here and all. Go ahead, just try to take away my feminist card.) Still, I get tired of it.
Housekeeping related to housekeeping: I really am only moderately interested in moving to a larger space, probably because I’m not at all interested in cleaning a larger space. We may stay put, even with the rent increase, at least for a little while.
Housekeeping relating to this blog: I created a Facebook page for it. There are pictures of P that I won’t post on the blog, and it’ll be where I put links and other useful things. Please “like” it, if only so that I’m not the only one!
Housekeeping related to paying the rent: I need to put my money where my mouth is. Or get some money to put food in my mouth. Or something like that. My challenge to myself is to put myself out there and try to sell some non-fiction pieces about those weird topics that I have expertise in. Which weird topics? Hm…maybe I’ll talk about it on the blog’s Facebook page!