Happy Father’s Day! I love you, Dad! Lloyd, tell your Dad you love him.
It was a very, very productive Saturday. I woke up at 6:30 and had a pretty steady day of doing a little housework, then taking a reasonable break. I acknowledged that any cleaning I was going to get done would be done very, very slowly, but that any forward motion was better than no motion. The Peperkorns are going to be stopping by Tuesday night on their way to Missouri and I won’t see them much but I’d like the house to be ready if they want to sleep inside. (They have a camper, but it’s going to be hot outside.)
It has been so long since I’ve done any deep cleaning that I’m thinking of anything I get done today as First Layer Cleaning – just getting the base layer of dust and grime off. See, if I thought of it as The Final Cleaning, then I would get discouraged when the unidentifiable bits of grime from wiping out the fridge fell on my freshly-swept floor. (I know – you’re supposed to clean from the top down, but that’s for people who have good focus.) I even moved furniture around!
It was a very quiet day, too. I didn’t listen to music or watch t.v. – just cleaned in the quiet. For the most part I didn’t talk, but I did greet the cat and mutter to myself a couple of times, and Deborah came over for a quick trip to Wal-Mart. (We know how to have fun, eh?)
Speaking of the cat, when I took a break, I took a video of her undulating belleh. It’s fascinating to me!