It is amazing on what can be done in just one day, given the way the day now seems to go by so fast. The amount of tasks that I try to set myself most days may be a bit much; such as washing, cleaning, cooking, and even meal prepping, but once I get started, I just keep going.
Today for example, I hope to get some deep cleaning done in the kitchen, as some previous visitors have left quite a mess on the surfaces. *cough*flies*cough* And then, once I start, I find them all over the house, and want to do the entire place, floor to ceiling.
And do I find it all annoying? The tasks of housework and maintaining a home?
Surprisingly, … No. I’m actually finding relief in it. Since I am still unable to find paid work to go out and do – least for the moment, I just get stuck into keeping the house as tidy and as clean as I can.
Least the only pest we get inside now are flies, what with the heat some days with the New Zealand summer slowly approaching. When we first moved in, there was a massive swarm of wasps in the lounge. Yes. Wasps!
Though thankfully, they were all a bit dozed when we found them, as it was in the middle of the Winter season. So, all we did was douse the buggers with fly spray – even though it wouldn’t likely kill them outright, and them swepped them up and took them outside. I despise wasps with a passion, it gave me the shivers when I took them away. Still does just at the thought.
They still appear outside, as we live in an area full of orchards – rotten fruit seems to attract them in, but I keep well away from them and try my best to keep them outside.
The image above is as close to how they looked when I see them, if anyone is able to tell me what they are would be great. Just in the case of getting stung by them and I could be allergic.
Going back to a previous thought, I also find relief in cooking. Getting the meals sorted for dinner, or even lunches is almost therapeutic. Guess it must be a part of me, as my Poppa use to do a lot of catering for local events back in Auckland, as well as at the old family home some nights.
And his skills have been passed down, through his daughters (my mum and her sisters) and to the following generation. At times, it makes me feel close to him, in a way I wish I had tried to do more so when he was alive.
Time to get back into it all, I guess. I’ve blabbered on long enough with this post, I think. I might even do a post on what I’m cooking for tonight, when I get the chance.