Woody Cavenaugh

Sunday morning I dropped Sara off at the train station so she could spend a few days in Virginia getting educated at a project management conference. This is a good thing. I want her to do well, when she does well, she gets paid more, when she gets paid more, I get toys. This trip however is very poorly timed.

Sara has over the years learned to lower her expectations towards me. If she were to produce the average woman's "honey do" list, that list would now require the sort of shelf space our Encyclopedia Brittanica currently collects dust on.

That said, I would like to accomplish at least some small thing so that when she comes back it wouldn't look exactly the same as when she left. The problem is she comes back on Friday, I had a fencing camp Sunday so I wasn't home until the evening. I've been working all week and teaching fencing on Monday and Wednesday nights. I managed to do dishes and take out the trash on Tuesday, so today, besides the sink full of dirty dishes and the overflowing trash can, I still have all of the other task I would really like to see done waiting for me. If I skip working out today and head strait home today, I'll have four hours to do something. I am not sure what that something should be.

I could sandblast the green stuff out of the bottom of the toilet.
I could pressure wash the carpets and furniture.
I could steam clean the bathroom sink and countertop.
I could replace the grout from the last time I steam cleaned the bathroom sink and countertop.
I could probably clean a counter.
I could try to clean the coffee table.
I could shovel the clutter in the floor of the living room.

I could manage to maybe do one of those things halfway in the time I have available. I almost wonder if I wouldn't be better off burning the whole trailer down and start over. Of course then there would be the problem of not having a place to sleep, store the cats, or a method of starting over. Yeah, I'm thinking the whole start over idea might not fly too well with the wife. I can see it now, I go to pick her up at the train station and her first words are, "Why do you smell like smoke? You didn't burn the trailer down did you? I can't go anywhere anymore without making sure that someone is around to supervise you." Yeah, I'm thinking that might be bad.

I believe my goal will be to clean a counter. I am always wishing I had more counter space to put stuff. I pick her up tomorrow afternoon, I sure hope it stays clean enough long enough that she notices. It would be a serious bummer to do all that work and it not be noticed.