Feeling Useful

It's amazing how much of the "capable PWD" that one absorbs over time...sometimes that works at cross purposes with what you are actually able to do at any given moment.

I'm the more minimalist at housekeeping and kitchen work in my household, so the other things that I can do, I'm actually a bit too fierce about.

The roomate asked me, knowing my tendency for disorganized chaos if she should be put in charge of tracking our (few) joint bills, but I said no...

I rather enjoy paying them online, with the need for checks dwindling down to three or four a month at most.

She argues about the way I fill the dishwasher, but leaves the task to me as one of the few that I can handle in the open but incorrectly constructed "accessible" kitchen. (Counters and stove tops are too high, left at "normal," while the refrigerator and the dishwasher benefit from the opened up floorplan)

I miss cooking, rendered futile by not being able to see what's in the pan, or saucepan...(or stand up above it and figure it by smells and sounds as my visually impaired friend who is a chef's daughter does.)

I used to make decent omeletes and stir fry, and the occasional burger....