|Finally getting to writing....|
Today is one of those perfect days for clearing out the cob webs. After nearly three full days sitting in on the couch watching endless hours of recorded OWN network programming, TV talk shows and bad reality tv that we all know is not really real; eating bowls of dry cinnamon Cheerios and drinking hot tea, my brain felt fuzzy and my body stiff . I could swear if anyone came in I would be attached to the couch with cob webs, growing dusty with the rest of the apartment.
So, though I was really wanting to drop kick both my cats to the nearest corner ( yes I love them, God help me, but....) when first before dawn 20 pounds of tom cat jumped on my for once sleeping deeply body, and then the real queen of the house, his sister started her daily alarm of mewing till I got up,I was actually thankful. I knew I was really wanting to walk again and needed to clear my head of somethings weighing heavily and it would have been too easy to stay under the warm blankets all morning long. So I shuffled out to the kitchen and gave them their treats, shuffled back and dressed in my many layers, brushed my teeth, pulled on my sweater cap and headed back to the kitchen to get my water bottle. However before I did so, since it was sunny I opened all the blinds.
It has been days since we have had a sunny day. I know I should not complain seeing what the rest of the country has been dealing with, but darn it I hate gray. Either rain or clear up. One thing a gray day or many gray days is for is the accumulation of dust and cobwebs and crumbs and well so many other things that you do not notice so much as you do when the sun shines on it. Now ask anyone and they will tell you I keep a very neat home. Always have, even when my kids were young. Yes, dust will accumulate, seems to be unavoidable, but past that , even with the fibro I keep a clean living space. Helps me feel better and think better. But when seeing my space in the rays of the morning sun I shuddered! There was things stuck to the counter, crumbs all over, cat fur made certain spaces look like a new color than what it actually is. There was spots of the kitchen floor I had no idea how I missed when I swept! The list really went on and on. So as soon as I returned from my walk, I knew it was time to get to work. So armed with coffee, and tuning into a TV radio station with a good mix of upbeat music I started, room by room...clearing the cob webs!
|Wish I looked like this cleaning !!|
Got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred oranges and scrub the floor. ~D.H. Lawrence
You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping. ~Rudyard Kipling
My idea of superwoman is someone who scrubs her own floors. ~Bette Midler