Robert loves words. He learns them and uses them. My favorite of all his words is DISTAFF. As the online dictionary says:
/ˈdɪstæf, -tɑf/ Show Spelled[dis-taf, -tahf] Show IPA
1.a staff with a cleft end for holding wool, flax, etc., from which the thread is drawn in spinning by hand.
2.a similar attachment on a spinning wheel.
3.Archaic: woman or women collectively. b.woman's work.
–adjective 4.Sometimes Offensive . noting, pertaining to, characteristic of, or suitable for a woman; female.
That last is how Robert uses it. He's forever telling me I shouldn't do something because it's NOT distaff. Sometimes it drives me crazy. Lately it's made me sad...not that he says it but because in my weak condition (which basically has always been such) I really cannot do what he's doing:
And what I feel mostly bad about is that I really wanted this wallpaper gone. It's lovely. It was expensive. It was installed by professionals. It was my mom. But it is not me. Robert would have been fine to leave it. Maybe not because he liked it so much altho he tries to say he does, but mostly because he figured rightly that he'd be the one who would have to do the time consuming work.
We had promises from people to help but my mother always taught me that if you want something done, you just do it....and in this case, Robert does it.
BUT...do you know what distaff is for me in this effort? I get to clean off the wallpaper paste. So at least that's something. So now that you know what I am thankful for today, I need to get back to my distaff work.