Technically the title of this entry should have been CLEANING A Rug, but somehow that sounds a wee bit less glamorous. And after all, I am such a glamorous person. (Oh quitcher laughing. It could happen.)
After work this afternoon we tackled the cleaning job in the now-spare bedroom, the one my darling daughter left a few days back. In the midst of crying over her departure (or drinking a toast to it – I always get those mixed up in situations like this) we had decided to turn the room into an office. However, we figured it just made sense to do a thorough cleaning job whilst there was no furniture there to divert our work. So we (that would be a euphemism for moi) heaved a very weepy steam cleaner over the floor, merrily turning the cumulative dirt into cumulative mud. Did I mention that the carpet cleaner was mighty efficient at depositing moisture and pretty much sucked at sucking it up?
Ah yes, it was SUCH soapy fun. In all fairness, G did come behind me with a mop, thanks to the fact that the weeping of the cleaner didn’t end when the carpet did.
Dinner was a starch-heavy but effort-light potato soup. Yes, I made it from scratch. I probably should have made it from potatoes instead of scratch, but there you go.
I’m moving more and more to health food stuff. I am going to add a couple of new pills to my growing repertoire, much as I hate to spend the extra money. On a very serious note, though, it’s a lot cheaper to spend the money on health than it is to spend a fortune on sickness. And I pretty much have to get healthy. Nobody can do it for me, that’s for sure.
G and I are looking for places to live – this summer is not all that far away and G has finally gotten into the spirit of things. For a while I was the one hunting for places. Now he’s picked up the habit, heh. (I’m corrupting him more moment by moment. Ain’t it grand???) I just have to steer him away from the one-bedroom places. I think he’s hoping it’ll keep the munchkins away but that’s better solved by moving to age-regulated locales than restricting space. I’m hoping for MORE space than where we now live, rather than less!