Woman's Work is Never Done

As my wife's health has deteriorated over the years, more and more of the household tasks have fallen upon my shoulders.  Of course I am no spring chicken myself, but I'm still in better shape than she is.  It is a running joke between us that many of these jobs "only take a few minutes".  The thing is, though, that those few minutes add up throughout the day and, before you know it, you run out of day before you run out of jobs.  I know that I haven't been posting a lot for some time for other reasons, but the current situation has not helped.  Speaking of help, we have agreed that we need to hire someone to help us keep up with the daily grind, and we intend to do it as soon as we get the time.  

I did all my own housekeeping when I was single, while holding down a full-time job, and I never gave it much thought, assuming that all single guys did that unless they were still living with their parents.  Then one evening, I brought a girl home with me, and she refused to believe that I did all that by myself.  She accused me of having a wife or girlfriend that I wasn't telling her about.  Apparently, she had been inside more guy's living quarters than I had and assured me that none of them was as clean and well-ordered as mine.   I also had plenty of time for hunting and fishing in those days, as well as pretty active social life. 

As I mentioned previously, I plan to grit my teeth and vote straight Democrat next week.  I certainly like Trump's agenda better than Harris', but they both might be lying through their teeth anyway.   If we elect Harris and she does not live up to expectations, we can always vote her out in four years.  I'm not sure I could confidently say the same thing about Trump.

Speaking of politics, I noticed this year that both candidates seem to be holding a lot of rallies, with the audience going nuts like they might do at a sporting event or a rock concert.  Those people seem to already love the candidate.   This could be called "preaching to the choir" or "preaching to the converted".  What do they hope to accomplish by that?

Uncle Ken's post about the old neighborhood reminded me of an old story that circulated around my family while I was growing up.  I don't remember whether or not I have ever posted it before.  Did I ever tell you guys about the time one of my uncles shot down an airplane with a .22 rifle?