This weekend, being home alone and whatever, I’ve had to do a bunch of stuff I haven’t had to do in a long time.  Observe:

• I changed the air filter on the furnace all by myself.  This entailed getting at the old one (which is in the vent in the ceiling) without breaking anything, including myself.  I also bought the correct size at Home Depot without any assistance.  I believe this may be my greatest accomplishment.
• I purchased and carried in firewood.  Normally this isn’t so unusual, it’s just that Joey carries it in.  When I was hefting the bundle of firewood at Central Market, the security guy saw me do it and FREAKED OUT.  He came running and yanked it from my hands saying, “You’ll get splinters doing that.”  Obviously he’s never had to stack wood in a blizzard (Pops’ orders, didn’t want us to run out at the house) or throw hay bales into the hay stall so Pops could stack them to the ceiling–for the cows, of course.  (Although, I’m not sure I could throw hay bales anymore; living in Texas has made me grow soft.)
• I cleaned out the fireplace.  This is always Joey’s job, but when I was cleaning the house on Friday night the amount of ashes was irritating me, so I figured I could give it a go.  I probably didn’t do as good of a job as he does, but I carted out half a paper sack full of ash.  That’s lots of ash.
• I have changed two light bulbs, one of which I had to go and purchase from the store because we appear to have run out in our stash.

Ugh.  Now I have to iron which, incidentally, I haven’t done in a long time either.  But that’s only because I have been putting it off, not because it’s usually Joey’s job.