Inga M. Beck

I am not now, nor have I ever been, very fond of housework. I don’t loathe it with every atom of my body and being, but I tend to only do housework when I’m procrastinating on something else, especially school work. And that is all true, for my own home.
When I’m staying with a friend or family it’s a completely different matter. Now for example I am taking advantage of a friends hospitality, and spending a wonderful time in the country side, in what I like to call the kingdom of far far away, or the edge of the world if you will (I have a mountain to the north, practically right outside the door and to the east and south nothing but ocean. Oh and there’s a lighthouse. The west is a bit of a mix, and holds the only road out of here, gravel of course). What I do here is my own work, translating a book as part of my MA thesis for creative writing, and helping out on the farm, which includes shitshoveling, sheep- horse- and cowherding and other business, like walking some of the dogs or snuggling with the lambs or kid (as in baby goat, not human child). And last but not least, housework! after a two week stay I have done more vacuuming and mopping and dusting than I do in two months in my own home. And I love it! I’m even considering invading the kitchen later to bake a cake.
I guess housework is just so much more fun when you WANT to do it rather then when you HAVE to do it. Oh, and I may be procrastinating juuuust a tad right now. oh well, back to work!