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So in today's earlier post I noted that I was running around the apartment cleaning because the weather sucked and I should have done it over the weekend.
I can now honestly say that I am done. At least with the stuff that I can take care of on my own. Apparently my husband has plans for the old home theater system and he's flat out refusing to put his books away. (I should note here that all of my books are on the shelf where they belong, alphabetical by author, and then reading order within certain series or order of publication.) The dining room table is mostly cleared off, and by mostly I mean that there's the folder with all of the KNRC fundraiser stuff in it, some junk mail and receipts I have to sort through, and then a print I bought in Cannon Beach back in May of '08 that I still haven't framed and put up still left on it.
ANYWAY.
The point is that things are recovered to the point that should a complete stranger want to see the apartment I would not be embarrassed to let them in.Of course now I've just noticed the wilting roses from Valentine's Day that I should toss...but I'm thinking that's a job for tomorrow. It's not even a matter of things being dirty - as a quick broom to the kitchen and the bathroom will take care of most of the messes there.
Of course I'm now worn out. It's why they call it house work. And while I do not want this to be my entire life (do not expect me to be that perfect 1950s housewife with dress and the crinoline and the apron and the heels and the pearls, I'm more likely to stab you in the eye with a dull spoon that wear that all day), I do find it cathartic to toss things I don't need anymore and clean away the dust and the cobwebs.
I'll probably spend the rest of the evening sitting back and watching a movie, but I'm not sure which one...
I can now honestly say that I am done. At least with the stuff that I can take care of on my own. Apparently my husband has plans for the old home theater system and he's flat out refusing to put his books away. (I should note here that all of my books are on the shelf where they belong, alphabetical by author, and then reading order within certain series or order of publication.) The dining room table is mostly cleared off, and by mostly I mean that there's the folder with all of the KNRC fundraiser stuff in it, some junk mail and receipts I have to sort through, and then a print I bought in Cannon Beach back in May of '08 that I still haven't framed and put up still left on it.
ANYWAY.
The point is that things are recovered to the point that should a complete stranger want to see the apartment I would not be embarrassed to let them in.
Of course I'm now worn out. It's why they call it house work. And while I do not want this to be my entire life (do not expect me to be that perfect 1950s housewife with dress and the crinoline and the apron and the heels and the pearls, I'm more likely to stab you in the eye with a dull spoon that wear that all day), I do find it cathartic to toss things I don't need anymore and clean away the dust and the cobwebs.
I'll probably spend the rest of the evening sitting back and watching a movie, but I'm not sure which one...
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