This was supposed to be a blog about extracting every ounce of pleasure from life, but it seems to be, in fact, largely a dream journal with notes on baking, Trader Joe's, and celebrity chefs.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
How does one clean house, again?
My parents invited themselves over for a visit. The condo is a mess. I don't remember how cleaning works.
House cleaning is a mystery here, too. When we have those dreaded last-minute visits from self-inviters, we put all the junk in grocery bags and take them out to the garage. Most of the time we forget to bring them back in later, and they just sit there until... well, they just sit there.
House cleaning is a mystery here, too. When we have those dreaded last-minute visits from self-inviters, we put all the junk in grocery bags and take them out to the garage. Most of the time we forget to bring them back in later, and they just sit there until... well, they just sit there.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteIf we had a garage, that would be a fantastic method. I'm storing it up for later.
With a monastic life there is no clutter. Plus parents get bored. End of prob.
ReplyDeleteBill, I like that you think outside of the box. I don't want to shave my head, though. And what would I do with the cats?
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