Back in the Pleistocene, when I was married, I did all the lawn mowing--it didn't give my allergies much trouble. Vacuuming and dusting made me sneeze my head off, and I had to do that, too. I would have gladly traded the man in for Frankenstein if Frank would take on the dust. Thank heaven for the new-era sprays and antihistamines!
Child abuse and head injuries left me without much of a sense of balance, so I never have been a bike rider for longer than it took to fall a few thousand times. That's why I crave one of those $1500 three-wheelers which go 30 mph and can drag 500 lbs of additional cargo. That craving, of course, will be deferred until I can figure out how to pay for, and theft-proof, the beast.
