I have a plaque that I have carried with me from house to house for at least 30 years. It says “my house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.”
I have also long averred that we need to have company about every six months. It forces us to clean the house…enough to be healthy.
I was reading a book….back in October, then got very busy at work and home and didn’t read for awhile. When I decided to go back and finish the book, I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t at work. Not in my car. Not on my bookshelves. Not on my bedside stand.
We are having company for dinner tomorrow: our prior interim pastor, and the organist who took my place when I left Nevada. We are looking forward to seeing both of them….and I have been doing the obligatory deep cleaning prior to their arrival.
I cleaned the kitchen. Vacuumed the rugs. Mopped the laminate on the first floor. Windexed the sliding glass doors. Took all the chachkes down from atop the kitchen cabinets and washed off the accumulated kitchen grease and grime. Took the Trader Joe bag that has been laying on the bottom rung of the downstairs desk. Took out the music books inside. Took out the copies of sheet music inside. Took out the book…..THE BOOK!!! that had been missing for months.
Swell, now I have to finish the damned book. But the house is clean….and we are happy.
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