I think I’ve revised the points system to a usable format. To wit:
Tasks Worth 1 Point
- Take snortlepig for a walk
- Give chickens fresh water and food
- Vacuum
- Have dinner ready before Helpdesk Man gets home (main dish, that is, not veggies; we eat late)
- Complete Bible study homework before 5PM on Wednesday
- Try out a new recipe
- Empty compost bin
- Post article on Suite
Tasks Worth 2 Points
- Clean out chickens’ cage
- Take snortlepig to Mainly Music
- Get toy from toy library
- Change sheets and pillowcases
- Mop
Tasks Worth 3 Points
- Run errands in town
- Plant veggies/flowers in garden
- Have guests over for dinner
Tasks Worth 20 Points
- Write and have published a print article
Other One-Off Tasks with Values As Specified
- Finish sister-in-law’s quilt - 10 points
- Finish snortlepig’’s mini-quilt - 8 points
- Mow entire lawn - 6 points (not really one-off, but sporadic)
- Make snortlepig’s felted jacket - 3 points
- Make snortlepig’s winter hat - 2 points
- Make snortlepig’s green winter top - 3 points
- Make jeans gardening apron - 3 points
- Finish painting sewing room - 4 points
- Sand and paint sewing room windowsills - 10 points
As for the bribes, I had the brilliant idea last night of simply calculating it at one point per dollar. Duh. Not including shipping, though, because that’s confusing and I don’t feel like it. And it’s my blog. Yah boo sucks.
So anyway, starting from today my grand total is 5. Yay! Those being posting a Suite article (on Victory Rolls, which are my new favourite hairdo), feeding and watering the chickens, taking the pig for a walk and taking her to Mainly Music.
The latter was surprisingly pleasant. I’ve been putting it off for yonks but I accidentally woke up in time today and felt I should get it over with - largely because the snortlepig has started moshing and dancing jigs every time she hears music. Of course, as soon as we got there the selfsame pig thrust out her lower lip and scowled for the duration, declining either to wiggle like a worm or clap, clap, clap her hands. I couldn’t really blame her; the songs were no Billy Joel.
Afterwards, though, she cheered up, aided by a handful of crackers and a sippy cup. They had a sippy cup for each child with just a little water in the bottom - I was in awe at the brilliance of this. The poor kid even got to try a bite of banana, a substance I rarely allow at home because the smell gives me the perishing feebles.
Also, there was a kid called Edge. Edgy, no?
After it was over I decided to carry on down the road to see if the op shop had a brown woollen extra-large sweater I could felt down for the snortlepig’s coat. It didn’t, but I did run into a girl who enthused about my crown braid and asked me all sorts of questions about growing her hair long. I was waxing lyrical about biotin when I realised this was all an elaborate preamble to selling me a copy of The Baghavad Gita As It Is. Hmph.
Also, in a radical executive manoeuvre I have decided to christen this Gratuitous Pig Shot Week.
