Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Self-cleaning Fireplace

Today our slow running bathroom sink finally clogged. And after I cleaned it out, I called out to Calvin, “Hey, just so you know, I fixed the bathroom sink.” He said, “Um, why are you telling me?” “One word,” I said. “Self-cleaning fireplace.” (Okay, that’s not one word. It’s more like two and half.)

Our current fireplace burns gas. In our last house, we had a normal wood-burning fireplace. But because Luke and Jacob have asthma, we burned special logs that were supposed to have reduced particulates and smoke. Of course, that didn’t mean there was less ash. One day, when we had guests over, the man who was visiting said to Calvin, “Boy, you really have a clean fireplace.” Cal went on to wax eloquent about the wonderful logs we burned and how they make the fireplace self-cleaning. After he was done talking, I said, “Um, sweetheart, I clean out the fireplace. The logs actually leave a lot of ash.” Cal gave his best sheepish grin and said, “Oh.”

Of course, Cal’s not the only one who gets the sheepish grin. More than once, Cal will have mopped a floor while I’m gone. And when I get home, he’ll say, “So...” And I’ll say, “So...what?”

Kids get demoralized by lack of notice. Jacob’s wised up. Today he swept the floors without being asked. Then he brought the dustpan to me and said, “Look at how much junk there was on the floor.” He got his “thank you so much, you wonderful son.” That boy is definitely smooth.

Not noticing is so much a part of our nature that in the movie, Kate and Leopold, Leopold loads the dishwasher while Kate is sleeping. As he’s about to start the dishwasher, Charlie says, “No, wait. If a woman doesn’t see a man load the dishwasher, did he really do it?” Leopold agrees and waits for Kate to get up. When she does he starts the dishwasher—in response, she beams at him.

Is there a point to this rambling? Maybe. Remember drain clogs don’t mysteriously disappear. Dress shirts only look good when they’ve been ironed (regardless of what the label says). And floors don’t get shiny on their own. If you didn’t do something, somebody else did. Thanks to all the somebodies.

7 comments:

  1. I don't get demoralized by lack of notice.

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  2. Suuure you dont, Luke....

    The kids here are just as bad. Well, yeah. The boys lived with moss and chicken bones under their bed for a year. This year we found a dead fish in Caleb's pants. Go figure.

    I love Kate and Leopold. The "chick-advice" is funny.

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  3. Suuure you dont, Luke....

    The kids here are just as bad. Well, yeah. The boys lived with moss and chicken bones under their bed for a year. This year we found a dead fish in Caleb's pants. Go figure.

    I love Kate and Leopold. The "chick-advice" is funny.

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  4. Andrew McPhersonMay 5, 2010 at 12:56 PM

    Hmmm... Matthew 6:1&2?
    Regardless, I must admit I'm just as guilty as Jake. Heh heh.

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  5. A dead fish in Caleb's pants?!?! What on earth was he doing? And how did they get moss under their bed?

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  6. Agh! It made me comment twice. A thousand pardons..

    Well, I have no idea how the fish got in his pants, but he put the moss under his bed. Said he wanted an eco-system for trolls.

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