Biker Betty, that international woman of mystery and adventure, has reinvented herself a few times over the years. Housewife, mum, student, gay divorcee, author, biker, teacher, blogger… The latest incarnation is Sadie the Cleaning Lady by the Seaside.
The local school has had no need of my services so far. My innards, however, have had a continued need to ingest nutritious food, and my BANK has continued to require mortgage payments (how rude!) Then there are all the other bits and bobs and incidentals – utilities, fuel, the occasional bottle of wine *grin*. So – I find myself with three, yes three, casual cleaning gigs at the moment, and what a time I’m having!
Gig #1 is at the wonderful Adobe Mudbrick Holiday Flats where I used to stay as a guest. #2 is at a local motel and #3 is occasional errands and cleaning of holiday houses for a local real estate agent. How very different the routines are (so I will never get bored!) – and I’m probably too busy now to be teaching!
People who have known me for a while will know that housework has never been my strong suit, and will find a certain irony in my current situation. I have a bit of a laugh about it myself. (and you know what? I get quite a kick out of seeing the spic-and-span-ness when I’ve finished a house/flat/room). Also, as a Pommie by birth, and knowing what England is like these days – where cleaners are almost always foreign – I’m also loving the ironic role-reversal of cleaning the occasional place after Indian or Eastern European guests have departed. I love this country!
So – how are the various Betties finding life? Well…
Author Betty is revelling in the minutiae of lives spent in motel rooms and the pieces of themselves that people leave behind. Such rich material (and so many toenails *cringe*)
Teacher Betty, far from feeling bewildered or bereft, is tired and sweaty at the end of every cleaning shift, but somehow invigorated. She goes home to Basil knowing that work is actually OVER for the day – and that’s something that no teacher can ever say at the end of a school day!
Biker Betty is wondering when the hell she will be able to get Piglet out of the shed and go for a ride.
Gardener Betty is having a ball. I dismantled most of the vegie cage (take note, Andrew M!) The vegies can now run free (well, they will when I’ve planted them in the lovely raised vegie bed I haven’t finished putting together yet), and I’ve preserved a couple of horse-whispering platforms for Basil and his horsey buddies. I’ve pruned, dead-headed, weeded…. There’s still so much to do in my garden. It’s a bit like painting the Sydney Harbour Bridge, I suspect: when you get to the end, you go back to the beginning and start over.
Hedonist Betty is very, very happy. I have the time to do the stuff I want to do! Never in my life have I been able to get a 20-minute beach, lake or bush 'fix' - but now I can! Oh, how wonderful it is to live on the coast!
Bill-payer Betty is sometimes a little twitchy, but I’m sure it’s a temporary thing. It takes a while to adjust to the 70-80% pay-cut, and to have to really think about every cent I spend. Still, in my years as divorced-mother Betty, that was a given – it’s not like I haven’t had to watch the pennies before!
Blogger Betty is gathering material. Watch this space J
Life is beautiful!