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Sun 9 Jan, 2005 08:41 pm
Once again--probably for the 50th time--I've resolved to become a better housekeeper.
In my teens, I was my Mother's Daughter. My mother was noted for her live-and-let live approach to both dust and clutter.
In my 20's I was an Educated Woman and I became an Enlightened Mother. My children were much more important than cleaning house.
In my 30's I used my stepkids as an excuse/reason.
By my 40's I was recovering from Motha-hood--and I needed my rest.
Through my 50's I broke legs, ripened cataracts and entertained oncologists.
This is the year 2005. I'm not going to enter the Housewife of the Year awards. I've always been allergic to clutter. When I've become aware that one could write nasty names in the dust, I've removed the dust.
I'm still not going to move heavy furniture in the pursuit of filth. If someone wants to remove heavy furniture to expose my sins, they are welcome to do so.
Still, I'm making mighty resolutions. Is anyone else with me?
Heck, me and Mrs. edgarblythe don't need no excuses for slovenliness. It's our adopted lifestyle.
If it wern't for sloth I would no redeeming features whatsoever.
Gentlemen--
Love is blind and Mr. Noddy has cataracts.
I'm fond of spiders--virtual, literal, literary and specific.
I do not aspire to godliness--goddessliness?....
Still, if I cleared out all the dust would I be able to write the Great American Novel?
Um I doubt it. You might try writing a Brave New World novel and take it from there. He said this in his own write. (who you calling "gentlemen"? You don't know me!
Signing up as part of the club..
I'm a slob. Mrs. Timber is a gin-yew-wine class-A neat freak. This often gives us somethin' to talk about.
Well - she mostly talks - even kinda shouts, I mostly just listen when we go there.
I worked to influence the Mrs. to not overdo it.
Ossobuco--
A woman after my own heart! Have you met the Fly Lady?
http://www.flylady.net/
You strike me as much more congenial than the Fly Lady.
Gentlemen--
Either pick up some pom-poms and join the cheering section or pick up a dust rag and start swiping flat surfaces.
Osso and I shall over come!
Dys--
I decide the Class Structure on my threads. So There.
I once told my daughter I would put an air conditioner in her window if I
could get from the door to the window stepping only on the floor.
It was a very hot summer.
The a/c stayed in the box.
Several new species evolved from bowls under the dresser, married, had
children, and moved to Winchester.
The a/c stayed in the box.
We tried to remember whether we had ever put a rug in down her room,
but could not.
The a/c stayed in the box.
It's still there.
Phoenix--
Welcome--but I have a feeling that you don't have visible cobwebs in your corners.
Still, if you're willing to be a Shining Example?
Stumble It!
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