Do It Myself Blog – Glenda Watson Hyatt

After living in this home for nearly 7.5 years, I have finally figured out how to keep this kitchen fairly clean and tidy. Don’t use the dishwasher!

Allow me to explain:

With only the two of us, it takes us a few days to fill the dishwasher. Unless it is then emptied right after the cycle is done, the clean dishes sit in there for a day or two — something else seemingly more important needs doing. Meanwhile, dirty dishes stack up in the sink and on the counter; a fact I’m not proud of, but how things are.

However, I have discovered by washing the dishes myself each evening, that bottleneck of a dishwasher is avoided. By spending 15-20 minutes cleaning up after supper, the next morning I wake up to a tidy kitchen. What a way to greet the day!

And, standing at the sink, washing the dishes gives me some standing time, which makes my legs much happier. They no longer hurt and jump around while I’m trying to fall sleep.

No doubt, I’m saving a bit of hydro, too!

Almost out of dishwashing soap, yesterday I splurged and bought a bottle of Ultra Palmolive Aromatherapy with lavender and ylang ylang essences to try. I figured if I am washing dishes, it might as well make it as pleasurable as possible. Besides, the stuff is purple – my favourite colour!

Which time-saving device is causing you stress?

In ten days, Darrell and I are off to Las Vegas for our belated summer vacation and for BlogWorld ’08. I am so looking forward to seeing my dear (and somewhat goofy) friends Chris Brogan and Liz Strauss again, and many others! Plus, perhaps, learn a thing or two about blogging and social media. There is always something to learn in this field.

I’m also looking forward to a not so steep learning curve in navigating Vegas this time around. I’m the navigator in this duo, and I confess I couldn’t figure out how to get out of the dang airport – not a good sign for the rest of the trip! I didn’t know we had to take a tram to the main terminal area, and the signage sucked and staff was non-existent. Boy, I felt like a dweeb!

This time I know where the closest wheelchair washrooms are, after deplaning; I know the tram trick; I know where the wheelchair registration desk is at the hotel to avoid a line up. (Membership has its privileges!) And, I even know the crazy elevator route at Convention Center’s monorail station. (I’m sure some architect designed it that way merely to confused the disabled!)

This time to Vegas, I’ll look like I’ve been there before!

I am, however, feeling guilty for leaving my baby Faith home alone for that long. Hopefully Uncle Bob will be available for kitty-sitting. But, I have a feeling Faith will be up to her own mischief. Stay tuned!

Meanwhile, I have a million things to do before we leave.