I haven’t cleaned my own house for at least 9 years. I tend to be a bit workaholicky, so when I was working full time it was a feat to find time to do all of the housework in one fell swoop. In the middle of those years, I also got my Master’s degree while working full time. So someone cleaned for me twice a month. Now, I have time to do it myself.
I actually enjoy cleaning. It’s so much easier than it was in the days when I had two little children hanging on my legs, or when the pre-teens were coming in to interrupt my hard work with statements like, “I don’t know why he’s so mad at me, I just choked him a little.”
In fact, I was so wrapped up in my work life, that I’d stopped noticing even some of the most basic things about my own house. For example, I didn’t know which light switch turned on the ceiling fan and which one turned on the light in any single room. I had just been turning on the switches until I found the one that worked. Now I know, the light switch in the living room is on the left, the ceiling fan on the right. I missed these little details,and it makes me feel happy to know them. I’m not a psychologist so I don’t know why that is.
Today’s post includes some visual interest. I am totally freaked out about using images from the internet. I listened to someone say that Google presented them with a bill for $800 for using their images. I took some pictures, though. Now I’m off to tag this post. Love to all.
Today’s Walking Winner:”In the House of Tom Bombadil,” Nickel Creek