Sparse Life

~benbadge72

Currently, not working outside the home. No, not doing any remote work from home. I am simply being a house hubby.

We're in an apartment. I keep it clean, doing a bit of something daily toward that ends. Maintain our dishes' cleanliness. Sweep, vacuum the floors, dust, mop, tidy a cat liter box, take our dog to potty.

Today I'm going to be putting up some of my clean clothes. Would put hers up, but she prefers doing that herself. She's an interesting Lady. If given a choice between a dress and jeans, she'll take the jeans.

She avoids a lot of cosmetics as well. I don't mind that either, rather see her natural beauty over some added on goop. At times, she may do a light lip gloss, or lipstick. On occasion, she'll wear scents. I've bought her one or two over the years. I've no sense of smell, yet still can appreciate she enjoys smelling nice.

Today, I'm also looking for job contacts. It doesn't appear from the agenda for the school board meeting, I've a custodian spot to enter. They may yet put me into one, what with things being done at meetings beyond the agendas. That meeting will happen tomorrow evening around 7 PM EST. Will not know definite until Wednesday.

She works for our state's unemployment & work force agencies. For claiming unemployment, it is required I only submit one job contact a week. Bah! Task master my Lady is, she rather I try for three per day.

"I just want you to get a job," she told me. I assured her I wasn't protesting rashly, merely pointing out she knows I'm looking to work. I am too. Kind of difficult merely being a house hubby.

Yes, housework can keep a person busy up to a point. Then, you get to the point where you're caught up. Nothing to do but look at tell lie vision, piddle on tell lie net. *smh*

Doing nothing for someone the likes of me just isn't easy. I don't get distractions like movies, video games, books. Don't get me wrong, I can enjoy good books. That's the trouble, though. I've read so much already, so many classically good works. I pick up a book now, read two sentences and realize I've read it before, pass out.

Kind of bored with life, at least the idea of leisure. Have always liked to work. It keeps you from over thinking, out of your own skull. But I like working to serve a purpose, to solve a problem.

Also, I appreciate meritocracy in working. We no longer got that, if we ever had it. The narrative used to be doing good work, get rewarded. Now, if you do crap work, you get rewarded and doing good work gets you crapped on.

So yeah, there's sparse life for you.