A strange thing I've noticed since moving to the 'burbs is how acceptable it is to be alone with a man your own house under the guise of home maintenance. Even though Bob and I both work equally full time, for some reason it seems that I am the one who ends up hosting the house consultant guys.Whenever such a man knocks on the door, my first thought is why in the world would I ever invite this strange man into my home? And then I remember that I'm the one who made the appointment. I must invite him in. Due to the nature of the visit it doesn't work to politely chat in the living room reception area. I must escort this strange man to the most private areas of the house.
the furniture delivery guy
the washer delivery guy
the home warranty inspection guy
the vent duct guy
the furnace guy
the wet carpet guy
I've already told you about the pool guys, Mr. Cigarette, Mr. Toothless, and Mr. Potbelly. And to be fair, Bob hosted the air conditioner guy and the furnace guy's wife, who actually installed our new furnace.
So today it was the recycling guy, Mr. Curious. Thankfully, the recycling is actually picked up at the end of our driveway so there was no pressure to acceptably invite Mr. Curious into the house. Our recycling had piled up and the green bin was overflowing. Amanda was herculean in transporting that thing down the end of the driveway.
Anyway, I decided that I wanted to see exactly how Mr. Curious handles the pick up and if he would just spill over a huge mess that we would need to clean up; given the fact of our overflowing green bin.
And so I spied on him out the window.
I'm pleased to report that he did a great job of carefully separating all of our disposables. But here's the thing. Because I was spying on him through the front window, I noticed that after Mr. Curious finished our job he looked at our house. Twice. Oh my goodness, what must he think of us? They drink a lot of milk. They are sloppy people. They have many parties. They should mow their lawn. How could such a nice house produce so much trash?
And then I'm wondering why I care what Mr. Curious thinks of us.
And then I'm thinking that there is something appealing about being a sanitation worker. A part of me could easily don coveralls and gloves and just have at it. Single handedly sort my whole portion of the city. It's that same part of me that would enjoy being a letter carrier. Go for a really long walk everyday and get paid for it. I wonder what our mailman thinks of us.
Throughout history the role of women has been in the private domain; the role of men in the public. And yet Bob and I think that everything would be much better if it were reversed. Women taking care of world affairs. Men taking care of the home. Generally speaking of course. Give us ten years or so and that's how it will be in this family.
I think I've read one too many John Steinbeck novels.
Gotta go. Thanks for coming over!
Cheers, T
