The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #169078   Message #4128902
Posted By: Charmion
14-Dec-21 - 09:21 AM
Thread Name: De-clutter & Fitness in a Pandemic: 2021
Subject: RE: De-clutter & Fitness in a Pandemic: 2021
A fine, clear day, much too mild for December. At the end of last week, the northern fringes of the storm that smashed half Kentucky reached southern Ontario, giving me angst for my roof and bringing a warm air mass that did away with the snow and has yet to dissipate.

I did not make any preserves this year, for the first time since 1995, when a bad bout of tendinitis made my right hand and arm unreliable. Not even marmalade or chutney. This leaves me with little in the way of low-stress Christmas presents and eventually I'll have to do what most of the rest of the world does and buy marmalade at the supermarket. Not chutney; everybody else's chutney is too sweet, so I'll do without.

The tune group is coming over this afternoon, so I have to dust the stairs and the most obvious surfaces in the music room. I really must hire a cleaner; I hate dusting and hauling the vacuum around.

I acquired an oil-filled space heater last week for the music room, so the temperature in there is finally up to 20C, like the rest of the house, so our fingers will not turn blue. The cats approve; Watson is sacked out in the wicker armchair and Isobel is tightly curled on the settee.

On Sunday, we will "play out" for the first time, doing carols for the Mennonites. (I hope they don't know that "The Holly and the Ivy" is pagan with a little early-modern Christianity spread on top). Singing is still discouraged in Ontario, and that particular congregation has no piano or organ since they recently moved out of a Lutheran church to space in a re-purposed factory, so we're it for Christmas music. Serena the fiddle and Mary Anne the guitar were a bit worried that I would resist sitting through a Mennonite sermon, but I reassured them that I am sufficiently house-broken to resist doing anything rude, such as rolling my eyes. Unlike the Catholics, the Mennonites are unlikely to talk about abortion so we're probably safe.

An obvious prezzie arrived yesterday from one of my sisters-in-law, testing my deferment-of-gratification muscle. Back in the day, my grandmother came in for a fair amount of family criticism for opening prezzies early, but I get it now: why wait? Who's to be offended if I don't? I think I'll leave it on the coffee table anyway.