Tuesdays

I love my work, I really do. Even if it means treading on gravel and having a discussion under the blazing sun. Until now, I can't understand why people say I'm a rare find in a male dominated industry. Never once have I felt out of place at the work site, even with an over-sized hard hat on my head.

I enjoy cooking but I must admit that I'm not the most meticulous cook. I like to get the dish done chop-chop. In other words, don't give me recipes that require a list of more than 10 ingredients, especially those with names I cannot pronounce. A prep time of under 15 minutes would be high on my list. I prefer measurements that come in cup sizes so that I don't have to dig out the electronic scale that's stashed away somewhere likely with a flat battery. I should have known better than to get something that runs on batteries.

I have no qualms about doing housework. On a good day, it makes me sweat so much that I don't feel so guilty about skipping that morning run. Seeing how blistered my hands were after a session of vigorous mopping, my sister in law kindly recommended Scooba, the floor washing robot. Friends have also suggested using part time cleaners. It's not that I'm tightfisted about such things but I find myself an excellent housekeeper. I am not bragging when I say I can clean the entire house in under 30 minutes. If there is something I am good at, it is getting the job done quickly. I can't hang around the house all day waiting for the cleaner to finish the job.

I love my dog and have never denied him of his twice-daily walks. Rain or shine, Rusty gets his walks whether I feel like it or not. Like a bird released from the cage, he scampers out of the door, down the flight of stairs and away from the apartment with the biggest grin on his face. Only a heartless pet owner would fail to see the joy he exhibits. I try to be a good owner and enjoy the walk which isn't always the case, I'm sad to say. We have to hurry through the morning walk before I leave for work. He likes to linger and enjoy his evening walks, oblivious to my yawns and prodding.

If you put these four enjoyable tasks together, possibly back-to-back on a day-to-day basis, chances are they're no longer very fun. Unfortunately, my daily life is pretty much like that, give and take a little. Now that YK is in camp all week, I take a break from the routine on Tuesdays and meet SK in town for dinner. Then we go home, feed Rusty, walk him and go to bed early with a smile on my face. I like Tuesdays.