It’s been ten days since my last blog. In that time, I’ve traveled to upstate New York to visit family and friends and returned to learn that my cleaning lady broke the sixth vertebrae in her back. This means she is out of commission for the foreseeable future.
What to do?
I’ve always been vocal about how much I enjoy cleaning house. I’m a consummate housekeeper, not so much a cook. At the same time, when I worked it seemed reasonable to hire a cleaning service because cleaning one’s house thoroughly is truly a time-consuming activity. So I paid others to do the surface stuff and grumbled that they didn’t do the deep cleaning I consider standard.
But now that my cleaning lady is not available and I’m no longer employed, I’ve spent the last four days cleaning our home the way I would want it.
We’ve discussed hiring another service. I’m not inclined. Earl and I are really neat people. We hang up our clothes; we wipe down our showers; we keep stuff at bay. So for now, I’m saving money by not paying a cleaning lady. And I’m reconnecting with my furniture and accessories, which is what I like most about cleaning.
It’s a time to reminisce about when we bought a certain piece of art, when we purchased that cocktail table, or when we took that trip and created an album for our sofa table.