Do you hate
to dust? I absolutely hate to dust and you’d know that if you came to visit, if
you could come to visit. If you did and looked around at all the crap, I mean
important to me stuff, that sits around on every single available surface, you would
think the highlight of my life would be dusting all those wonderful glass
pieces so they’d sparkle and shine. You would think wrong.
I’m not sure I understand how all this
came about or if it’s just a factor of getting older. I remember my mom’s house
was always pretty decent, but there were always a couple of areas as she aged
that she simply didn’t clean or dust very often. They weren’t important areas
like the kitchen counters or dining table, but I noticed and wondered at the
time why she didn’t pay more attention.
Well, now I think I know…I’m older and
simply don’t care about the dust. It always comes back no matter what you find
to dust with that’s supposed to make it so easy. I watch those Swiffer
commercials and want to beat those “I’m so happy I dusted people.” about the
head and shoulders with the other end of the Swiffer stick.
I can think clear back to my first
apartment, our first house and now this house and how I used to clean up a
storm. You could, quite possibly, have eaten off my floors without getting some
kind of disease or even dog hair in your food. You could gaze out my sparkling
windows rain or shine and not have your view blocked by dirt. And, dust, oh my
word, I dusted every single Saturday, every single thing in the house.
Now, it’s just me, myself and I, plus
the two doggies that have the run of this house (well the doggies don’t, I keep
them out of the bathroom and bedrooms). You would think my cleaning habits from
decades ago would kick in and I’d have a sparkling house from floor to ceiling.
Well, I don’t.
Back
when I could entertain, having family or friends over was a great excuse to drag
out the vacuum, follow that with dusting and cleaning the floors. In the time
since I’ve been sheltering in place, I’ve done very little major cleaning. My
windows could use a good wash inside and outside. I could hire the man down the
street who’s in that business. I could even save up and have the Molly Maids
return for a thorough cleaning of every single room.
But,
you know what? I simply don’t care if everything sparkles and shines. I do keep
the big chunks picked up. I do clean the bathroom and kitchen regularly. I do
vacuum every couple of weeks and clean the floors if the doggies have tracked
mud all over. But, dusting, well it’s on my list and I’m sure that one day I’ll
wake up energized and excited to drag out the dust cloths or Swiffer stuff to
whisk the dust away until the next time everything looks extremely dull and
well, dusty.