the nothing ,anything ,everything thread

[opmania]

This is a thread with no particular

Topic so no one can be off topic 🙂

So if anyone out there has something 

To say about anything you like now

Is your chance

Keep it clean 

And be nice 

See how long that lasts

Can we keep politics and religion out 

Of the conversation 

[ecar3483]

Sometimes, I think, life is like washing dishes - the time passes, there's activity, and there is an outcome, but try as you might there is no easy way to make it sound even slightly interesting. LOL.

[282eecb2b518b00a18f5b4fde8ac47aa1461997566]

Don't you have a dishwasher?

[lloydslights]

WASHING UP : PART ONE

Time to wash up..

Yuk, better clean the sink first.  Bend down to search for cleaning agent in the bottom shelf - yep there it is at the very back.  Behind the stash of plastic grocery bags.  I must think about making strips and weaving them into a "shopping bag" ...nah, forget it.  

Damn, forgot about the mousetrap.  Well, it proves that there are no mice in this cupboard.   Gawd, how come there are so many cockroach baits there.  Haven't seen any cockroaches either.

On bended knees, I stretch in to retrieve the Bon Ami.  First, reach to the furthermost  corner.  Rip the sleeve underarm.  Oh well, I could cut squares of the old blouse, and make a patchwork "shopping bag".  Nah.  

Just great.  The base of the Bon Ami has rusted and the cardboard cylinder comes away coating everything  with white dust.

Have to get the dustpan and brush.  Gawd, my joints have locked up.  While I'm on bended knee, I may as well say a prayer.  "Please, Lord, let me be able to stand tall once again"

It's a miracle....I can walk to the broom cupboard.  

Who's that knocking at the door.  Jehovah's Witness already heard about the miracle and want to screenprint my photo on the newly designed "shopping bags"?  Nah.  

How lovely.  A neighbour was concerned about my welfare, what with the odd noises and goings-on here.  She thoughtfully sent her son over.   Nice boy.  A few too many tattoos, but......I've known him since he was in nappies.  

"G'day Mrs Deb, Mum wants to.........hey, whats that white powder under your nostrils?"   

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And that's why the washing up still isn't done.

DEB

[lloydslights]

Strewth, I'd better explain.  

The white powder is the Bon Ami.

And the story finished there because it's Nana nap time now.

DEB

[ecar3483]

That's brilliant, Deb. ROFL

🙂

[ecar3483]

I am the dish washer.

Wash the dishes in the afternoon, amuse the cockatoos as they try to figure out what I'm doing...

Wash the dishes in the evening, watch the possums being amusing...

It's a mundane job, but it does have it's upside.

🙂

[282eecb2b518b00a18f5b4fde8ac47aa1461997566]

Wow Deb, I have everything under my sink that you
mentioned, plus four cans of unused paint and a box
of lightbulbs. Substitute Bon Ami for sugar soap and
It's a spooky parallel universe.

I have to admit, unfortunately, I don't have a dishwasher either, Ecar.

[ecar3483]

I remember a friend's family had a dishwasher and he and his sisters would fight, all the time, about whose turn it was to empty it, or load it.

I came away thinking  that it was all too much trouble.

Yelling, and more yelling, and then the parents get involved and there's more yelling, and having a roster seemed to count for nothing as "days" would be traded back and forth and then minds would be changed and there'd be more yelling...

It seemed like a Bring instant unhappiness into your family life machine.

I know people who think the absolute world of dishwashers, they praise them to the heavens and back and I'm glad they're happy with them.

But I don't think I could be.

Anyway, there's nothing wrong with manually washing dishes. It's nice to do something with my hands that doesn't involve them getting dirty, or me needing to urgently grab the first aid kit, ha ha.

Would you like this food that I have in the palm of my hand, baby cockatoo?

No. I would like to bite each of your fingers, individually, and then your thumb, because I'm thorough.

He's like that. He gently but firmly squeezed each of my fingers, in turn, and then my thumb, for good measure.

I don't know if he was seeing how far he could get before I told him off, or whether he was genuinely curious, but he enjoyed it.

No need to find the savlon and band aids, this time. This time, mwah ha ha ha ha.

He's a cheeky little man, and not above taking liberties if he thinks that he can get away with it.

This is the bird that jumped a couple of feet from a perch, into the seed box, as I was stepping out the door, then sat there with a look of "I'm sitting in the box, it's mine, now".

Cheeky, cheeky little man, ha ha.

[ecar3483]

When he's not jumping into the food, or biting my fingers, or getting under my feet, he likes to take naps.

That's what he's doing this afternoon. It's rainy, and cold and there's not much else to do.

I put some food down for him, which he looked at, then turned around and went back to sleep.

It's that kind of day, ha ha.

[ecar3483]

Meanwhile, under the small table, next to the tree, out in the garden, the sparrows were amusing themselves singing bawdy rugby songs rain, rain go away...