Should Be in Bed


But instead I’m showing you what Sadie did to my new boots. Disappointing, but they’re still wearable. Damn dogs.

My sister-in-law crochets dishcloths that are triangular; they fit my hands and the inside bottoms of glasses quite nicely and she keeps me well stocked, with a steady stream of frequent replacements.


Something I love about them when they’re new is their bright colours. Since bleach fades them, I soaked them instead in vinegar to sterilize them somewhat. I do replace the dishcloth daily and let the used ones hang to dry, so they don’t have a lot of time to develop food bacteria. This means I go through a lot of them, so Lynn the crocheter is blessed daily for her generosity.


Soaking sticker-glue off a brass-framed mirror at the same time

Then it occurred to me that soaking the upholstered arms of the kitchen chairs in vinegar might help get them clean, so I wrapped wet knitted dishcloths around them and let them sit a while before scrubbing. The grime came out and the chair arms are no longer disgusting, though they do show some wear now that the crud is gone. I had a brainwave about how to cover the upholstered arms with something removable (i.e. machine washable) so now must brainstorm with my knitting friend.

Okay, I think I can make my way to bed now. You’ve seen my boots and my dishcloths, and all is well in the world.


7 thoughts on “Should Be in Bed

  1. Those triangles are knitted. Yeah I’m a stickler for proper craft descriptions being a knitter who sells such things. LOL.
    Get a grip woman you’ve gone mad with these cleaning thing.


  2. I’ve taken to using sponges, yellow for the kitchen, pink for the bathroom. I soak them like you do, let them dry overnight, and have heard you can sterilize them in the microwave: Everything dead. I’d do that if I had one. Sponges cut down on laundry and so do paper towels. Yes, paper towels. I’m moving on to paper plates soon. These eco warriors could live a few lives and still not have the EnviroWarrior badges old women do:

    Being Green
    Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
    The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”
    The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future
    generations.”She was right — our generation didn’t have the ‘green thing’ in our day.Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.

    So they really were recycled.But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.But too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.

    Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

    But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.

    Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.

    In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing.” We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then?

    Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart young person…

    We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off…especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced know it all who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much.


  3. I try to make my trips to town and to the city in an environmentally responsible way: go as few times as possible, and do as much while there as I can. It makes for exhausting trips, but at least no more crud is spewing into the air than necessary. I wash and reuse plastic bags; I try not to buy overpackaged items; I recycle everything I can. There is always a lot more one can do, and a lot less.


  4. I have and still do live a life far below sustenance, the way I grew up, and with little alternation, until recently I noted the grim was taking over, and it was because age and disability have finally colluded to win here. I was doggedly using cloths tha can be washed, never using paper any wear but on the toilet paper roll and often not even there (don’t we all miss the Simpson’s catalogue? and the Yellow Pages years later, but softer?) I gave myself a stern talking to,and now do some short cuts, but how I keep house and home has changed little since the late ’40s and early ’50s when housework and basic cooking was my job, as my widowed mother worked 8-5 (wakling 10 miles a day to and fro, by the way in high heeled galoshes pulled over her high-heeled shoes) and 30 degrees F below zero…I digress). But I had a few years ago caved to plastic (yes also washed) and now paper towels. I told DD and she shreiked NO! I don’t believe it because I have never. I furthered my fallen good mother status by confessing I HAVE ACTUALLY once or twice, bought salad dressing. She found it in the fridge and there was another yelp of shock. She buys it all the time, in spite of her upbringing.

    But I still feel guilt as I use the paper towel, opening it carefully and letting it dry so I can use it once more, at least, as long as it not got raw meat contact or the like.

    Women. We are socialized to think the destruction of the Earth is our fault, because we use a plastic bag.

    You and your readers may find this interesting. This is from a women’s shelter I support. I have a lot of pro and con thoughts about this. I wonder may you also?


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