A Woman's Work
I retired from my job, I've been a virtual whirlwind of activity. I
don't know why I am in a hurry. After all, as Honey keeps reminding
me, ”You can do it tomorrow.” I think my many years of hurry
and stress has become a habit and carried over to my home life. I
don't know how to slow down.
I started in the kitchen by pulling everything out of the cabinets.
Stuff surfaced that I thought I had thrown away years ago. "Oh
my, gosh, I didn't know I still had that deviled egg dish and that old
food grinder from the dark ages." Well, I don't need it
now, so I might as well get rid of it -- except it is too good to
throw away, which is probably what I thought years ago when it was
pushed to the back of the shelf never to see the light of day again,
Maybe I could have a garage sale. By the time I finished cleaning
the kitchen and front hall closet, I had filled four large plastic
bins with stuff. That is not to even mention the things that no one
would buy, not even at a garage sale: rusty pans, decorative tins that
popcorn came in on some holiday in the distant past, barbeque tools
that have never been used.
If I didn't use it and it didn't have some great sentimental value
to me, it was gone. I closed my eyes and put white elephants in the
plastic garage sale bins. So far I'm doing pretty well. I only took
out one cute picture with the days of the week on it and returned it
to the closet. One of these days, I'll use it. I know I will.
I actually went through the medicine cabinets and threw away all
the medicine that had expired. I can't believe I've had some of it as
long as I have. But Honey's stuff is impossible. I never know if
he is saving empty bottles because he plans to get a refill or because
he likes to save empty bottles.
He has promised to help me get the house organized. So far, he has
not thrown away as much as a sheet of paper. This is throwing a monkey
wrench into my plan. I really hate not being able to find things. If I
want the scissors or a screwdriver, I want to be able to go get it
without having to buy a new one because it is easier.
"What are you going to do when you get done cleaning,
mom?" asked my son.
"I will clean the garage, and after that the attic." How's
that for ambition? Actually, it is too hot now. I will have to wait
until fall when the weather is cooler and the attic is not an oven. I
may be a tornado of cleanliness, but I'm not crazy.
This week, it was the garage's turn for a facelift, which spilled over
to yard work. I've let the grass and weeks take over. I used to try to
keep things neat, but I've done nothing this summer at all except have
the grass mowed. It was easy to say, "I will do it when I
retire." Except now, I've retired, so what's my excuse? The
last three days have been spent weed pulling, trimming, and spraying.
It looks great… at least until it all grows back.
While I was busy organizing unseen places, I failed to keep up with
the regular cleaning. Now the entire house needs a good cleaning:
windows, baseboards, ceiling fans. I think I can get to it next week
as almost everything except the attic is done now.
Boy, I am worn out. I think I need to go back to work so I can get
Copyright 2014 Sheila Moss