Grrrrrump, rant and rave

I am not in a bad mood today. Not exactly. I am just not feeling up to the next couple months. I get a bit like this every year. Just looking around the Landfill tires me out. There is clutter in every room and I do not have the psychological energy to do a comprehensive cleanup job. Do not get me wrong. We are not hoarders around here. I mean, we have “stuff” but there is plenty of open space here and I am pretty good at keeping up with at least the daily types of chores. I cook. I clean the kitchen and the bathroom. And do the laundry. And take out the trash. And make my bed. Etc. etc. But I always feel like I want to do a deep cleaning before the holiday season. Dust and vacuum *everything*. The GG (who seems to have more psychological energy for cleaning than I do at the moment) has done a bunch of window washing and stuff and he even fixed our big ugly upright vaccum and *used* it a couple weeks ago. Somehow, he thinks that I am not vacuuming when I run my cute little Rooooomba even though it actually does a pretty darn good job.

I dunno. I need about a week off to be home alone! So I can take my time and tinker around about cleaning up. I am not going to get a week off. I barely get any time at home alone any more. I go hucklety-buck to stumble out the door to work almost before the sun is up and the sun is just setting when I leave in the late afternoon. I do a certain set of chores every day and sometimes when I am home on the weekend, I don’t have one iota of the psychological energy required for deep cleaning. But this place needs it.

Oh yeah. We *were* going to re-do our kitchen this fall. Not happening. Basic mis-communication about how to get from point A to point B. The thought of just knocking down a wall without a plan makes me feel a little green around the gills. Maybe we should just move. Sigh…

And then I drove home and National Petroleum Radio was talking about the new “procedures” at all the airports. What the HECK? I *know* about the damned underwear bomber. It happened at MY airport. But still. There has GOT to be a better way. We should NOT be allowing any old TSA employee to feel us up. I think some of these people get will get their jollies out of this, if you know what I mean. I don’t care what “they” say, this IS a sexual assault. I don’t want to endure it and I cringe at the thought that my daughters might have to endure it. Or my mother!!! And who makes the decision as to who NEEDS extra screening? This is a bad thing. Yes. “Government has stepped over the line.” (Quoting someong on NPR.) I can laugh about a Soo Locks security guard asking me if I have weapons. Some random person sticking their hand where the sun don’t shine? Not. There has to be a better way!!!! Er, someONE. SomeONG? Sheesh.

All right. I got a few things outta my system. Whaddy’all want for xmas this year?

5 Responses to “Grrrrrump, rant and rave”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I would rather go through that machine than have anyone feeling around. Yucky. I feel overwhelmed by the holidays–it always happens. I just need to relax and not worry about gifts and who is coming and what we’re doing.

  2. Jay Says:

    We’ll let you know all about the new machine when we reach MI.

  3. Uncly Uncle Says:

    My DVR is getting filled up with episodes of Hoarders. I just can’t delete them, not yet, that would be wasteful. ~Paula Cameron


  4. kayak woman Says:

    Just to clarify, I would probably go along with the body scanner. I don’t really care if somebody in some other room sees my baggy old body. Those people will be looking at so many people, they won’t even care. But I think this hands-on stuff is bad news. UU — LOL!

  5. isa Says:

    I think one of the major concerns about the body scanner is that it increases health risks, right? A bunch of UCSF professors wrote a long letter about this:

    Elevate your risk of skin cancer (maybe multiple times if you happen to fly a lot) or be assaulted by a stranger. Great options.