The kind whose Grandmother suggested that soap dishes needed to be cleaned. After some explanation to a questioning child, the soap dishes were relieved of their excess soap residue, with the satisfaction of pleasing Grandma.
For a short person, washing a trash bin can be a challenge. A thirty-two gallon bin requires holding one end while scrubbing down both outside and inside. Inside means leaning the full length of the body inside the bin in order to reach the bottom. Larger than thirty-two gallon, we have to literally climb inside. That’s a little intimidating. We could hide inside a large trash bin. Our bodies could be stuffed inside one, for the trash man to collect, none the wiser unless there had been a few days of body percolation. Visions of “Law and Order”.
The same kind of person who likes to rise early with a sense of purpose, feeds the bodies currently needing sustenance, cleans up after them, does two loads of laundry, hangs the linens on the clothesline outside, re-pots a couple of plants (do you know how difficult it can be to assemble a hanging pot?), and attends to email. Before 9 a.m. and with no regrets about any of it.
And then there are the “other” days, when getting out of bed is an effort, time seems to vanish, and only a fraction of the possibilities are addressed. Oh, well. Life goes on. Cleaned trash bins, or not.