Write a new post in response to the one-word prompt.
We live in a world where there are too many things around us, when we fail to take care of it, to me it looks messy or dirty.
When the rooms in a house is not cleaned regularly it eventually looks dirty.
Apart from unclean, there are many other things that are dirty,i.e dirty tricks, dirty language, dirty bomb.
Of all the things that are dirty, unclean is not as bad as dirty language , trick or bomb.
It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house.What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?
This prompt is very interesting. I’m not worried or anxious if people wear shoes in my house as long as they’re not dirty.
One habit I am not fond of is when they come to see me but spend the whole time gossiping about others. I am not capable of preventing it ,I fear they’d call me rude, I stay quiet and let them talk.
I do wonder at the same time,what they say about me.
Once this same person came for a visit, my younger brother came to see me around that time. The first thing she said was, “You know so and so she’s married again isn’t she, that didn’t go over well, my brother was furious.
He replied, “so what if she’s married again,I’m not here to talk about her.”
That sealed her mouth for good.
This prompt is interesting,it brings back memories of our visit to Chicago every year. It was my husband’s favorite city,he trained to be an ophthalmologist there. He sponsored his brother to U.S . so he could have a better future. But that’s only an introduction of my fear of doing dishes every morning while we were visiting his family.
Every morning we found dirty dishes in the sink on the counter,they were everywhere. The first morning of our visit, I was amazed to see the dishes lying around unwashed. We were dying to have a cup of tea,believe me there wasn’t a clean cup in the cupboard. My husband said,” let’s wash them it won’t take that long.” We started washing dishes,it took nearly an hour,to say that I was annoyed would be an understatement. Finally we got them washed,while the lady of the house was taking care of her beauty sleep.
It was the same thing each morning,maybe we didn’t understand she was telling us indirectly we were not welcome. My husband adored his brother we had to stay for three weeks. Then we decided if we bought them a dishwasher things would be different. We did buy the dishwasher,it made no difference,now the dirty dishes were in the dishwasher and more in the sink.
Was she sending us a message,she sure did but my husband was completely oblivious of this fact,”You are not welcome!”