Well howdy, y'all. Things here in the Volunteer State are plodding along at a pace. We have been in extreme clean mode for a project we're undertaking at the house - more on that as it progresses. We have a sort of self-imposed deadline as we're having an expert come take a look on Saturday. Yesterday, I washed a sweet little curtain that covers a door we rarely use and almost never look at - and washing the curtain made me abundantly aware of my neglect. The water turned dark immediately. It was a total OxyClean advert.
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| The man liked his white powders, to a fatal end. |
By the way, I'm a fan of OxyClean, as well as its cheaper store versions thereof. There are a lot of cleaners I can't stand due to smell. I'm fine with most laundry detergent, but at my husband's behest, we use unscented. I find the OxyClean smell pleasant, and since it doesn't interfere with the purpose, I'll occasionally add a dash just to get a little rain-fresh, tropical oasis scent to the mix.
I feel like I have mentioned here before that I hate, hate, hate the smell of Lysol and Fabuloso - they both make me feel like an alien creature is clawing at my throat and nose, trying to render me without tastebuds, defiled, and angry. There are a few body sprays that do the same. Anything that's vanilla infused is automatically going to make me feel sick. Anything that is tropical is going to be a problem, except, weirdly, sunscreen. Sunscreen is fine. Most scented lotions are problematic, so I use a fragrance-free Lubriderm - in fact, that has two benefits. Scented stuff makes my hands break out especially in the winter when I need the lotion most. Ok, to be fair, nearly everything makes my hands break out in hives when it gets really cold and dry out. I have issues.
Anyway - I did stuff like, clean the baseboards, which in a house built in the 1930s is just different. Mom used to put me on baseboard duty as a kid. It's probably because I was closer to the floor - because let me tell you, I tweaked my back.
And most of my joints, bones and ligaments. I'm out of shape, what can I say.
This will be worth it because we are making forward progress. There is nothing like spinning your wheels to make it feel like major movement when you finally put the wheels to the road, or your nose to the grindstone, or whatever analogy you want to use.
I do love a good analogy. To that end, I decided that I'm just going to be happy. I mean, I'm not in denial - I know that things are kookoo for Cocoa Puffs. But I also know that it's OK to just be OK with things as they are, and be satisfied in the now. The future will be here soon enough.
That's all I know - just hanging in, hanging out, and hanging on.
ae
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