It Is Whatever

Up until a couple of months ago my house was a total manifestation of utter selfishness. I’d do whatever it was that I wanted in there and that usually meant doing whatever it is that I wanted. Housework was neglected for hours, nay days, actually it was more like years. I shit you not.

I would throw whatever I wanted whereever I wanted. I would lie on the floor and play banjo loudly or else stay up working til about 3am if I wanted – which I usually did more often than I really should have.

I always thought that whoever ended up with me would need to leave me the hell alone for about 5 or 6 days a week for us to get along. I never considered that I’d actually have someone live with me. Oh how a man can change…

Lin has been living with me for about a couple of months and since then I have had a handful of days “off” where I haven’t been tidying up the shitpit that is my home.

Alas it no longer is a shitpit for it is no longer my home. It is “our” home. And such a lovely home it is too. I still have my 3 basses, 3 acoustics, 4 electrics, mandolin, lap steel and mandolin in the living room – along with her electric piano, guzheug and violin.

In the past I would have written/said: Beware the love of a good woman. Now I think it is “Beware of yourself! Don’t get so far up your own arse that you cannot see the goodness of the woman.” (Or man whatever you fancy.)

We hired a van on Sunday and moved the rest of her stuff in. Just as our home was having some order it descended into a total mess again.

About a month ago when I mentioned the idea of us getting a maid Lin explained to me that these are “happy tasks”. I laughed at her goodness.

She’s such a positive girl. A real lovely person. So lovely that she doesn’t even see housework as that bad shit that you have to do to get your life into some form of manageable order. She is really the opposite of me. She is changing me.

Now if you don’t mind I have some happy tasks to attend to.