“When all else fails, cleaning house is the perfect antidote to most of life’s ills.”

The earlier sun has become clouds, but it is warmer than the days of rain. It will get as high as 73˚. I’m not even wearing my sweatshirt. This morning I went out to watch the dogs. Nala goes in and out the dog door by herself but still hasn’t realized the varied uses of the backyard, like for peeing. She and Henry are doing just fine together. I make sure Henry always comes first. He grins and wags his whole butt when he is happy. He did that this morning.

I am the servant of animals. Four of them live here. Jack hisses at Nala so I go into the secure cat room and scratch and pet them. I give them treats. I give Henry and Nala treats. Each of the dogs is on medication so I hide their pills in turkey. The cats I feed a couple of times a day. The dogs eat once. I clean litter boxes every day. I wish my house were as clean.

This morning I decided I need a lot of things. I need to do my laundry. I need to take a shower. I need to vacuum my house. I need peanut butter.

When I was a kid, my life was simple. Most kids’ lives were. Much of the year, I had school. I had church on Sunday. We had family dinners and supper every night. The rest of the time was mine. In summer almost all the time was mine. It was filled with playing with friends, bike riding, watching TV mostly in the evening, trips to the library and family jaunts to the drive-in and the beach. Many days I spent at the playground playing softball and tennis, games like checkers and horseshoes and doing crafts. Such was my life. It mostly had no complications, no demands and no responsibilities. School and church were the only exceptions. I had to go to both.

My life right now is so very quiet. Mostly I’m at home but being home day after day, I sometimes get bored. That’s when I clean. Today I’m cleaning. The dust rises into the air when I walk. My kitchen floor is filled with paw prints. Two dogs do make a bit of a mess after being outside in the rain. I can write my name in the dust on the table. I blame the pollen though it’s gone now. I could also blame the animals. They shed. Mostly, I think, actually I know, my inertia is to blame. If I were living in the Victorian Age, it would be called malaise. I’d be sitting on the lounge with the back of hand on my forehead and looking anguished. Instead, I vacuum.

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12 Comments on ““When all else fails, cleaning house is the perfect antidote to most of life’s ills.””

  1. hedley Says:

    I am working through the post holiday, what day is it, natural state of confusion. I slugged down my normal lunch of sandwich banana ang yogurt and headed out in to the parking lot to circumnavigate the office building for 30 minutes. Its warm enough to be warm but not warm enough to be difficult. I listened to BBC Radio Five Live who were reflecting on the England Squad for the forthcoming Euro tournament and that they had no Covid deaths yesterday

    Most of the long weekend was spent cleaning up flower beds and planting annuals. Once you hit Memorial Weekend in MI you are pretty sure there will not be a frost to take out your plants. It is also the first day of being mask free for those who have had the double jab. It feels odd to be un Lone Rangered but it is time for adjustment

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      It is the same here. May 31 is the last day of maybe frost. I will shop for my flowers this week. I have a list of perennials. I’ll get annuals for the flower pots and hanging plants.

      Many days I wake up and have to figure the day of the week. I try to remember what I did the day before and usually that works to jog my memory. The only day I have a recurring event is on Wednesday when I have my uke lesson.

      I don’t go many places. A few of them will still demand masks, the medical places.

  2. Christer. Says:

    We have really nice wetaher here now, 68F and a slightly cloudy sky but still lots of sunshine. The weak breeze is cool so it can’t really be any better 🙂

    Bertil is driving us all insane because he refuses to leave anyone alone for more than a second. As soon as someone has settled down he comes and refuses to understand that we don’t want his face in ours all ths time 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      It will be nice toward the end of the week. The weatherman says it could hit 90˚ by the weekend, but I doubt it will get that hot down here.

      You know how cats are. They do what they want to do regardless of anyone else.

      Have a wonderful day!

  3. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I’m also confused as to the day of the week, but I went to the office and discovered it was Tuesday. Today has been cloudy after the deluge we had yesterday. The temperature is still a cool 71° which for early June is very cool. Usually we are already in the low 90s..

    Yesterday was so miserable outside that I made it worse than a slough day. It was a bum day. I never got out of my PJs nor shaved or showered. I did nothing except I caught up on my reading. 🙂

    When I was a kid here in Dallas in the late 1950s we would be out of school for summer vacation from Memorial Day until Labor Day. The schools weren’t air conditioned and I spent most of the time exploring the neighborhood or riding to the park on my bike in the cool mornings. In the hot afternoons I either went to the public pool or stayed inside in the air conditioning and read books or played with my electric train set.

    You probably need to get in your car and explore just to get out of the house to avoid cabin fever. I will do anything to avoid doing house work. When I was single I had a maid that came weekly to clean my 500 square foot apartment. My wife fired the maid because she thought the maid had the hots for me. My wife also didn’t think she did a good job cleaning either. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      I got a chuckle out of your describing the day as cool at 71˚. Here that is the start of a heatwave this time of year. The sun never came back today, but it was warm. Tomorrow it will get to 72˚ but go back down to the 50’s at night. This weekend it could reach 90˚ but here will be cooler.

      I never went out yesterday either. Some days are just meant for PJ’s. I wear them many days. I have only one standing appointment every week for my uke lesson. The rest of the time is open, but I mostly stay home. It’s comfortable.

      I had my cleaning couple for 15 years. She died almost three months ago suddenly, heart attack at 52. I loved Roseana and Lee.
      Even Henry loved them when he was afraid of most people. I haven’t heard from Lee. I don’t want to hire anyone else if he is going to continue. I do a room or two a day. I’m not a fan of cleaning, but my house does have animal hair balls so I’m glad to keep downstairs fairly clean.

  4. Rowen Says:

    Lots of good little surprises in this post—both the music and the sense of humor.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Rowen.

      I had fun hunting down today’s music. It is a weird variety. Writing has always been one of my joys.

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Cleaning house is never the solution to life’s little ills. IMHO. Knitting is. Or taking the dogs for a good walk and getting some great photos while doing so. Although I might grudgingly admit to feeling somewhat happier if I can’t see any dishes in the sink. No dishes in sink = I have done my duty and can be proud of it. 😀

    It was warm and sunny yesterday and it’s warmer and not quite as sunny today. The grass seed I threw down experimentally last week is growing.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I don’t know how to knit. I do know how to clean so it was cleaning. I never have dishes in the sink because I use so few. It is the clumps of animal hair that drive me to vacuuming.

      It stayed cloudy most of the day today, but it was warmer than it has been.

      • Caryn Says:

        True. Clumps of dog hair drifting down the hallway in the prevailing southerly draft will move me to vacuum.

  6. katry Says:

    Caryn,
    I always pick up clumps of hair when I walk down the hall.


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