Cleaning Linen

Are you cleaning the things around your house frequently enough? Test your knowledge below. And remember, these are generalities. If you live with pets, kids or other especially messy folks, you’ll probably want to intensify your cleaning game. Same goes if you have immunocompromised people living with you or visiting.

1 . How often should you wash throw blankets?

a) Every two months

b) Every six months

c) Once a year

2 . How often should you wash bed sheets?

a) Twice a week

b) Once a week

c) Once a month

3 . The duvet cover?

a) Once a month

b) Every six weeks

c) Once a quarter

1 a) This is another category that varies based on who lives in your house. If you have pets and kids snuggling up with your blankets or dragging them onto the floor, you’ll want to wash them more often. But Richardson says that every two months is generally sufficient for cleaning throw blankets, because they don’t come into contact with skin the way that bedsheets do.

2 . b) You should wash your bedsheets at least once a week, to get rid of built-up skin cells, dust mites and odors, says Richardson. The more living creatures (human or pet) that use your bed or the fewer clothes you wear when you sleep, the more frequently you should wash.

3 a) If you’re using a top sheet, you can generally go about a month before needing to clean your duvet cover, says Richardson. (If you don’t use a top sheet, then your duvet cover is constantly touching your skin and ought to be washed alongside the rest of your sheets.) When it comes to duvet inserts, you can generally go longer between cleanings. As long as yours doesn’t make direct contact with people or pets, it needs to be washed only quarterly “because it’s not getting any soil on it,” says Whiteley.

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Manners

A recent query from “Perplexed in Suburbia” asked why people under the age of 50 don’t return friendly “hellos.”

I posited that this might be a regional issue, but also asked readers if my generation has raised a generation of “rude-niks.”

The responses flowed in, and I am sharing a representative sample.

While every theory suggested is valid, I think it’s vital to understand that we never really know what others are going through, which is a great reason to be friendly, regardless of the reaction.

I’d say the dynamic isn’t generational. People in urban neighborhoods don’t want to risk taking on new relationships too carelessly … they ain’t got the time! But out in rural-ville, loneliness is the threat.

It takes a bit of living to see that. Almost without exception, my older neighbors make eye contact, smile, and say hello. I believe the younger ones will do so eventually.

My theory is that we raised our children to be so worried about stranger abductions that they reflexively avoid strangers to this day.When you raise a generation of children to be paranoid, this is the result.

 I remember my own Mom, born in 1922 and having since passed away, telling me, “I smile and say ‘Hello,’ if they don’t smile back I just say, ‘the hell with them.” It still makes me smile.

I’m late responding to the discussion of why some people don’t respond to a friendly “hello” on the street, but part of the reason people might not respond is because we don’t hear them! I’ve got noise-canceling earbuds, and when I’m out and about I’m almost always listening to something. There have been a couple of times when my hair was hiding my ears and I didn’t notice someone was speaking to me. I’m sure they thought I was being rude until I took my earbuds out.

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My Brother’s Eid Gift

Every year, my family vies for best Eid gift. When I was growing up in northwest London, my favorite toy was a light-up, spinning Cinderella doll that my mother bought from the Disney store (a big deal because that’s where the rich kids shopped). I lost the toy but never forgot it. Before a recent Eid, my younger brother found someone selling the same model online. My family gasped in unison as I opened his gift. My brother’s considerate gift let me jump back into the sweetness of girlhood as the Cinderella spun, once again, in my hands. — Hibaq Farah

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Fierce Self-Compassion

Ultimately, wisdom is needed to determine how, when, and where to draw boundaries, ask for what we need, improve our relationship interactions or perhaps even to end unhealthy partnerships. But wisdom can’t emerge without the inner strength, warmth, and stability offered by fierce and tender self-compassion.   -Kristin Neff

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Blue Plate Special 

The book Blue Plate Specail by, Kate Christensen, is not a cookbook. I might refer to it as a foodie book, but that will make one hell of a discussion if you belong to a book club. I can see where the confusion comes from the title though, as the author pens “She really cared what we ate… we told her how good it was and asked for seconds, she would say, half-jokingly ‘aww is nothing but a blue plate special!’ She told us that it meant the kind of dinner you got in an old 1950’s dinner: a piece of fatty salty meat or chicken or dish usually fried, with or without gravy, plus a side of vegetables…plus something starchy, like mashed potatoes or baked beans. It was old-fashioned feeling and cheap” (42). “We were all assigned one weeknight to cook dinner and another to clean the kitchen.”  (82). Yes, the book has a few recipes (I tried the Hu Kwa, a smoky oolong tea, and the chicken) at the end of each section, and Christensen waxes on about a number of recipes throughout the book (she spoke so much of Europe I found myself reading this book with a glass of wine and a charcuterie board), but its takes someone who a decent cook to decipher them as no measurements are given (the recipes just seem tossed in, as very few of them are related to the story Katie has shared with the reader).In saying that, I oddly enjoyed this book. The book would make an excellent audiobook on a long solo drive as it’s like listening to an old friend telling you captivating stories of family tug-of-war, parental neglect, sibling rivalry, the ebbs and flows of academic and employment all the way to the career she dreamt, and, of course, food cravings. The book is clearly a catharsis for the author. She starts it off by saying “The older I get, the more my own life feels implicated in my own novels, and the clearer it is to me that all my characters’ concerns come directly from my own experience” (4). Have you read this book? Do you have any good foodie book suggestions?  

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