Our Library and Living Room

Cleaning this house is not a small chore, but it is one I usually enjoy.  I do a thorough, top-to-bottom cleaning twice a year — once before Thanksgiving and once before Easter.  The downstairs (not including kitchen, bathrooms or my office) typically takes five days.  Upstairs just a day.

I have to admit that the “Covid Ennui” caused me to skip last Spring’s cleaning entirely.  It weighed on me but not heavily enough that I scurried around and caught up with myself.  Nope.  Skipped it entirely.  Which meant that last week when I began my Fall Endeavors, it took even longer.

BUT, NEWS FLASH… the downstairs is shiny bright.  Silver and crystal polished and sudsed; every surface dusted, waxed, and refurbished; pillows plumped and doilies wash and starched.  As my mother’s older sister Medora (1899-1916) wrote in her diary about something else entirely, “I feel very much accomplished.”

Cinderella At Work

It would be lovely if I could say with certainty that the afterglow from my achievements would waft me upstairs and through the rooms above.  We will see.  Somehow, with no plans for occupants over the holidays, my motivation is somewhat lacking.  On the other hand, this would be a good time to take Cinderella-the-Robot-Vacuum upstairs and introduce her to a whole new floor plan…

Wow!  I never thought I’d see the day when I’d find inspiration in AI.  Scarey.