A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
I have something my friend's husband lusts after: a barely used wood burning furnace, a little dusty but ready to go.
So Dana and I are working out an arrangement. I'll swap him the furnace in exchange for a long tick-list of chores, a "honey-do" list for somebody else's honey. Prioritizing all the little tasks of delayed maintenance is going to be hard, but I'm pretty sure the screaming toilet will be right up there.
Borrowing husbands is a risky proposition. There's always the tension between doing someone a favor and getting the endless list of chores around your own household done, and fall is a time of maximum household maintenance. Teensy tiny resentments in this area can turn into great big grievances, I've noticed. Still, getting a door closer that actually works on the breezeway door might be worth straining a friendship just a little.
The list of excuses for not doing it all myself are long and range from the semi-acceptable (lack of the right tools) to the completely unacceptable (I'd rather be doing something else). But there you go.
And a word to those of you who have someone to divide the labor with, however you choose to do it: be grateful.