Well, tonight on the way home from work I get to pick up the things that I forgot to pick up when I was picking up the things yesterday that I had forgotten to pick up on my way home on Tuesday. SALT. Why can't I remember salt? Do you know how bad a potato tastes to my husband without salt?. And not only do I have to pick up the salt at the store tonight, I get to cook dinner (Polish Sausage, beans and oven fries) and clean the house. Why, you ask? Why all that and clean the house too? Because my house is *dirty*. I am almost ready to go crazy from the sight of it.
Because of my illness, our home never gets a consistently good cleaning. Keith helps, oh God Bless him! he helps! And we always keep the place neat. Keith, being a 20 year Air Force retiree has this thing about being neat. (Dirt, on the other hand, does not seem to bother him much.)
We have two animals - both "runts" that we adopted. The sweetest tempered creatures, this cat and dog. Both have lovely combination coats made up of browns, yellows, tans, and SHED. Both are short haired animals. Why aren't they bald yet? The furniture looks like it is growing a wool coat (I have a Southwestern decor and the living room sofa and loveseat is a combination of hues of hunter green, and mauve) but which is really quite lovely if you can see far enough to get past the animal hair and dandruff. I, of course, being the crochet/knit-happy person I am, have afghans everywhere. Do my most precious ones lie on these covers? No! Even the dog perches on the back of the sofa for a better view, while the cat is on the back of the loveseat or chair. Put the afghans up there, and the animals move to the cushions. Cover the entire furniture (I actually did this once with sheets, I was desperate and company was coming) and the animals move to the floor where they remain undaunted, underfoot in the middle of traffic, and very indignant, until the coverings are removed.
I know, I know! This is my fault. I let them on the furniture to begin with. But how does one properly interact with little animals if they are always on the floor and can't sit by you? For that matter how would anyone keep a cat off anything anyway?
So, I must clean. I have dust and dinge, and dull mirrors and flacky throw rugs. Awful, really awful. I also have a collection of fake plants on the inside of the house (all my live plants are outside communing with nature on my porch) which acts as a magic dust and fur magnet. Up to now I have just tried to explain their appearance away to guests as their having a really dreadful mite infestation, but now we have reached the stage where I don't think this will work any longer. The leaves are white. White - like white. Well, maybe a little grayer than white, but still, they no longer look like anything remotely close to vegetation, let alone something that could be of this earth.
I think you get the whole, ugly picture. I simply must clean.
One final thing tonight I need to say and I have started writing this four different times now and am totally unable to get the words to come out right so please, bear with me!
How do you say "thank you" to the kindness and friendship people offer? I have had two such people just overwhelm me today with their kindness and generosity. Some of that if reflected in the awards that are now showing on my Homepage and I am truly honored. Other ways in which it is shown is in their encouragement and support. The rings and groups that I am associated with, for instance: Ladies of the Heart and The Garden; I couldn't ask for nicer friends. And I really encourage you to take the time to visit these places and look at the different sites, not because it's some kind of "reciprocal" thing to do - but because I honestly think you will be amazed at the talent and effort of these women as they go forth to make the internet a "better place". And Ladies - Thank you very much!
Enough said and good night! I simply must get going on my personal life now, you know the one right - shopping, cooking, and cleaning? Ah yes, the life of the working girl! :) :)
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