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Dishes time without the children present gives me and Ms. C. to catch up on each other's day.

On that note our oldest made his bed unprompted this morning before Ms. C and I had even got up.

Timebandit Timebandit's picture

Caissa, I love it when my kids start doing things independently. 

Since the blond guy and I work together, we make the kids help with dishes.  I was letting them wash, but it took too big a toll on the glassware, so I usually wash, the blond guy packages up the leftovers and the wild girls dry dishes and put them away.  If we all pitch in, it's not such a big job. 

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Slumberjack wrote:

skdadl wrote:
Domestic discussions have historically been marked in gender terms, and to many women they remain marked, however co-operative and kindly many FABULOUS men have become.

Why do we rate 'kindly and fab' apart from anyone else for attending to practical matters that are no one's designated task?

I quite agree!  But it's an evolution, I think.  My father was willing to do housework, but had a sort of task blindness - he was never sure where to begin and there was always critique on his efforts, so he tended to stay out of it until help was requested.  The blond guy, on the other hand, pulls his weight without being asked - which is unusual given that he grew up in a house where the wife and mother would dive for that dirty dish before you could clear it from the table.  He had never made his own bed until he left home.  A lot of my female friends are still in charge of the majority of housework simply because we girls were conditioned to notice and take care of it and our male counterparts were not.  Change is slow.


Its a handicap in taking your share of responsibility for housework- when you have to continually remind yourself to put on a different set of eyes. 

"Oh right. Look again to see, is the house dirty and disorderly?"

I actually came from a household where I had to do housework from a very young age. Even take the initiative for some meals [because my mother was simply too bagged a lot of the time, not because it was asked]. But left to my own devices, I'm a slob. I tell myself I benefit too from the higher standards. But I know I dont really beleive it, even decades later. I cant make it more internal than a responsibility.


Kitchen and bathrooms need to be spotless for our own health. We may have been able to survive outhouses and camping when we were younger, but germs are not an advantage for us as we get older. Mining companies used to pay me to camp out and in filthy conditions most of the time with non-union jobs in the bush. And so I don't camp much now as I tend to associate it with damn hard work.

I sometimes let the dusting and vacuuming go "a few days" behind schedule. I think it was comedienne Phylis Diller who said she left the vacuum cleaner out in full view all the time so as give the appearance of intention to clean, or something like that. I guess that's me sometimes.


Slumberjack wrote:

Why do we rate 'kindly and fab' apart from anyone else for attending to practical matters that are no one's designated task?

That would be for historical reasons, fairly recent historical reasons, and for many women still present reality.

If women have been discriminated against and are still being discriminated against, it's no good pretending that we have a quiet little island of sane egalitarianism here. If certain labour has been marked in gender terms, it remains that way and will affect all women until that ceases to be as generally true as it still is.

For that reason, any version of the old line "You throw like a girl" really gets my back up. "You babble like a girl" would do it too, and to my mind, belittling the sort of discussion that has developed here as "lifestyle" fluff is code for saying "You babble like a girl." I babble like a rational human being who is interested in many things -- Afghanistan, torture, Turkey, the G20, aprons ... it's all the same person. I don't expect to meet many men in my life who grok that point in quite the same way I do, but I live in hope for the future.


Skdadl for what it's worth I think you're a noble and splendid human bean.


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Unionist wrote:

I'd like to hear some comments on the washing-for-subsistence and washing-for-sport phenomena. And perhaps, dishes for target practice.

Washing for sport - I set the timer for ten minutes and then go read for ten minutes.  I like to see how many ten minute periods I need to get them done or if I have to go into overtime!  That's the only way I do dishes!



I just saw Unionist, a few weeks back, commending the spirit of this thread.


bagkitty bagkitty's picture

I was a little disappointed in this thread... I had really hoped that the theme of drowning vermin in appropriate kitchen and or bathroom fixtures would have figured more prominently. And of course Unionist never answered my question about the existence or non-existence of minature coyotes.

ElizaQ ElizaQ's picture

Well since this thread has reappeared I thought I'd report on the the little mutt I posted about upthread.  She just over since months old now and is far from little.  She's almost the size of my shepherd.  She going to be one massive dog.  She's utterly fearless and is quite a handful.  She has the trait of 'cooperates,not obey" in spades so it's been interesting working with her. She's one of the most intelligent and independent dogs I've ever come across which is both a blessing and a pain in the butt.  

  She spends the day outside in a big pen beside the chicken and duck yard and the weather doesn't seem to bug her at all.  When the first winter storm of the season came I was feeling awfully guilty and spent a good amount of time outside in the freezing snow making her shelter even better then it was.  Complete waste of time!  She just ignores it and lies out in the snow, or rain as if it isn't even happening.  I don't think she has used her day time shelter at all yet.  One day I thought she'd gotten out because I couldn't see her.  She was completely nestled into and covered in snow, just like a husky.    I still can't let her out during the day unless I'm out with her to correct her puppy playfulness.  Unfortunately chickens and especially the ducks don't appreciate her attempts to rough and tumble and she gets frustrated when they won't play with her.  

A few weeks ago we figured she was big enough to be let out to roam free at night once the chicks were locked up.  The first night I didn't get a whole lot of sleep as I was constantly checking on where she was and what she was doing.  She's fine though and is settling into exactly what she is supposed to do.  She sleeps in spurts in the front of the coop and then patrols.  The great thing about having snow on the ground is I can see exactly what she's been up too.  I spent a bunch of time border training and she's minding them with no problems.  She basically circles the house and chicken yard and has a few spots she's designated as resting outposts.   The other night she was barking on and off quite a bit and the next day I could see by the tracks why.   She chased of either a coyote or another dog (most likely a coyote).  I could see where it came onto the the property, her tracks and it's tracks as it turned around and ran back the way it came.  Cool thing was she stopped right at the edge of her boundry line.   


So so far she's been a great dog and it's been a really interesting experience working with her and having her around.  She quite unlike any dog I've ever had before. 

N.Beltov N.Beltov's picture

I once lived on a farm in Wales, not far from Dylan Thomas' boathouse, that had an English sheep dog (or something like that). The dog took me for a walk up to Llanstephan castle, to the little pub with 3 chairs (smallest pub in the world, maybe), and back to the farm. It took all day. I would have been lost and still might be wandering the Welsh countryside if not for that dog. Funny thing, although I was only 1 person, I felt I was being herded by the dog and not the other way around.


Kitchen sinks and dogs.

I have a very good sense of direction. Both in cities and on the land.

Years ago I was walking with my dog going from one place to another, overland. I did not know the route super well, but had been on it a few times.

So I'm walking along and get to a fork in the trail and without any doubt head down the left fork. After a few steps I realize my dog isnt following. So I look back, and call her.

She stays at the fork. So I turn arond and look at her. Thinking, I've never seen her do this. Not to mention, that as far as I know, she doesnt know where we are headed.

On the other hand, while my sense of direction is very good, she is the dog.

So we went her way. And she was right of course.


N.Beltov wrote:

Funny thing, although I was only 1 person, I felt I was being herded by the dog and not the other way around.

Herding babblers - like washing cats - is a whole different and very difficult issue which deserves its own thread.

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I have a good sense of direction as long as I know where I am and I am someplace familiar to me, and I have a map and compass. Otherwise, I'm lost.