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Russell is a treasure
Apr. 2nd, 2005 05:23 pmI have to laugh to myself when folks warn me that their homes are a mess. They have absolutely no idea of the depths to which one's housekeeping habits can sink. The last time I visited Tom D., he warned me, "my apartment is a mess. I haven't dusted in a week!"
I'm a slob and a procrastinator. Maybe I'm just a procrastinator and the sloppiness is merely a symptom. Whatever.
What I'm getting at is that Doug M. is coming to my apartment this evening. He'll spend the night and tomorrow with me. And as of this morning, I had done no measurable work making the place presentable for him. We spoke last night and he assured me that his place was a mess too, that I shouldn't put myself out. Like I said, he has no idea.
I got a call from Russell this morning asking me to lunch with him. I agreed, then threw myself into some clothes and went to the neighborhood laundromat to wash towels and sheets. We were going to sleep on clean bedclothes at the very least.
By the time lunch rolled around, I was completely depressed, yet absolutely frantic. If I didn't have to eat something with my medication, I would have skipped lunch altogether. I was miserable and felt like an absolute failure. If I couldn't manage to honor a man that I love by showing him a presentable home, what did that say about me?
Russell, bless his heart, volunteered to help me out. After lunch, he came back home with me and tackled my kitchen while I attacked the bathroom and the rest of the apartment. We found time to take a break and enjoy the last Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy trailer, but we worked steadily for four hours. I dusted. I vacuumed. I stripped and scrubbed the bathtub.
Russell observed that I hardly had any clean dishes or pots left. He exclaimed aloud when he realized that I had left a clean pot on the range. He washed everything, dried them and put them away. He did, however, make me clean the range. :-)
He's an absolute sweetheart. He knew exactly why I was upset. He knew that Doug was coming to spend the weekend with me. Despite how much he still misses me and whatever he might have felt about me seeing another man, he pitched in to help me welcome Doug. I definitely owe him.
I'm a slob and a procrastinator. Maybe I'm just a procrastinator and the sloppiness is merely a symptom. Whatever.
What I'm getting at is that Doug M. is coming to my apartment this evening. He'll spend the night and tomorrow with me. And as of this morning, I had done no measurable work making the place presentable for him. We spoke last night and he assured me that his place was a mess too, that I shouldn't put myself out. Like I said, he has no idea.
I got a call from Russell this morning asking me to lunch with him. I agreed, then threw myself into some clothes and went to the neighborhood laundromat to wash towels and sheets. We were going to sleep on clean bedclothes at the very least.
By the time lunch rolled around, I was completely depressed, yet absolutely frantic. If I didn't have to eat something with my medication, I would have skipped lunch altogether. I was miserable and felt like an absolute failure. If I couldn't manage to honor a man that I love by showing him a presentable home, what did that say about me?
Russell, bless his heart, volunteered to help me out. After lunch, he came back home with me and tackled my kitchen while I attacked the bathroom and the rest of the apartment. We found time to take a break and enjoy the last Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy trailer, but we worked steadily for four hours. I dusted. I vacuumed. I stripped and scrubbed the bathtub.
Russell observed that I hardly had any clean dishes or pots left. He exclaimed aloud when he realized that I had left a clean pot on the range. He washed everything, dried them and put them away. He did, however, make me clean the range. :-)
He's an absolute sweetheart. He knew exactly why I was upset. He knew that Doug was coming to spend the weekend with me. Despite how much he still misses me and whatever he might have felt about me seeing another man, he pitched in to help me welcome Doug. I definitely owe him.
