What Must They Think?
Day 019 – August 10, 2011
Today was the first full day workers were in our house doing some maintenance. This will be a two-week affair as a sextet of men drill away at the concrete of our home and install heating and cooling units.
As the men begin their day of work, I begin my day of basic housework (sweep floor, laundry, make beds, etc.).
While I am putting a load of whites in the washer (and remembering to put the Water Selection dial to “Cold” because our washer labels are mixed-up), I had this thought:
What must these men be thinking about me?
Were these gentlemen wondering why I, an able-bodied man, was doing (heaven forfend) woman’s work?
Or, were these gentlemen thinking how lucky I was to have my wife go out and do all the hard bread-winning work while they had to lug around heating and cooling units and all I needed to do was fluff clothes.
Courtesy of my poor language skills, I could not satisfy my curiosity as to what their perceptions were about me.
All in all, all that really matters is what I think of myself – which is that I am indeed lucky.