It feels like my main purpose in life for the past few months has been cleaning. Cleaning houses and all the flotsam and jetsam that comes along with it. Since closing up the AZ house in April, it has been non-stop organizing and cleaning for me. Assisting Mom with her surgery and recovery, preparing our place for Aly's return, moving our furniture around for the new wall mount TV, moving Aly out of her U of M apartment, storing her things for eventual moving from the condo, and preparing for the graduation party and out of town guests has left me with dishpan hands and a loathing of the work.
The cleaning. The packing. The organizing. It's so important, yet so mind numbing! I just might leap off the dock at the park in my desperation. And that Powderhorn Park water is toxic!
I do wish I had something new and exciting to talk about. My life is all about tidying up.
To quote Miss Daisy as she entered her daughter-in -laws Christmas party;
"I hope I don't spit up."
take care and keep it clean!
Ten Robots in a boat
16 hours ago
you are in need an outing my dear. Come over and we'll go for lunch or sit here on the porch and drink margaritas or whatever. Its a mess,(think college kid home times two!) but its MY mess not yours. That makes all the difference.
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