It’s easy to overlook life’s everyday conveniences, isn’t it? We can illuminate a room with the flip of a switch, take a shower with the turn of a knob, and have face-to-face conversations with people around the world. We can also break-and-bake our way to cookies that taste just like homemade—11 to 13 minutes in a preheated oven—and no one needs to be the wiser. No doubt we’re living in the lap of luxury. [Read more…]
I had a run-in with the bathroom sinks in a superstore the other day, and it wasn’t pretty. It also wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. In fact, I’d guesstimate this was run-in #17,483.
I reached my tipping point the other day, though. Enough is enough, after all, which brings me to today’s (semi) rhetorical question. Am I the only one who’s pining for the days of old where public restrooms are concerned? The only one who’d prefer sinks with working handles capable of producing both hot and cold water? The sole superstore customer who expects something more than a light puff of air with which to dry my hands?
The most recent debacle started as I approached the sink to wash my hands like a normal person. I waved my hand in front of the sink, waiting for the motion sensor to kick in and the water to turn on. No luck. [Read more…]
I like a clean house. Everything in its place, and a place for everything. Spotlessly shiny floors, dust-free blinds, clutter-free counters, and maybe a little orange peel and rosemary simmering on the stove.
This can only mean one thing: I need a housekeeper. One who’ll show up at least twice a week. Because what I like and what I live with are two entirely different things. [Read more…]
Have you heard the talk about decision fatigue? It can be one of the keys to our success (or lack thereof) in every area of life. Pretty impressive, if you ask me. Basically, the thinking is that every decision we make throughout the day—and we’re making as many as 35,000—exhausts our energy to make the ones that follow.
By day’s end, our decision-making skills are nominal, to say the least. Enter the quart of Haagen Dazs ice cream we eat right before bedtime. It seems like a good idea because we’re too tired to think straight. [Read more…]
It was New Year’s Day, and the two of us were headed to my parents to ring it in with the traditional chocolate fondue. At this point in the holiday season, we’d all eaten enough chocolate/sugar/junk food to re-sink the Titanic, so what’s one more day, right?
Except I really wasn’t in the mood. In fact, I had no desire to leave the house. It was 10 degrees in the sun with a wind chill of -10. Weather fit for neither man nor beast. And I’d had my fill, which was obvious by my rant, which was in full swing.
“This,” I said as I exhaled a cloud of near-frozen fog, “is why I can’t get back to Florida fast enough.” [Read more…]