I have been bit - or should I say stung - by the cleaning bug. It has taken so long for the snow to melt and the air to warm up here in Northern Michigan, and that is Northern as in "above the Mackinac Bridge" that I feel like a child going out to play!
I don't know how you feel about cleaning or other household tasks, but when I am in the mood to do so, I don't want to let anything else get in my way. I finally had a week with very few commitments, and since the sun was shining, and it was above 60 degrees (F), I got right to the task at hand. When I was working, I didn't have the energy (or interest) in cleaning my house, room by room, from top to bottom. But I'm finding that in the few years that I've been retired, I am really interested - shocked, actually - that I enjoy and take great pride in cleaning my house. I never would have thought that washing the dishes was therapeutic either, but I have been pleasantly surprised by this too. It is a time for renewal.
When I am cleaning or doing up a few dishes that don't go in the dishwasher, my mind is always wandering. I'm thinking about things that matter, and often things that don't. Perhaps I'm remembering the conversations of the past day, or planning what I'm going to do next.
When I was spring cleaning my bedroom yesterday, I found some
I don't know how you feel about cleaning or other household tasks, but when I am in the mood to do so, I don't want to let anything else get in my way. I finally had a week with very few commitments, and since the sun was shining, and it was above 60 degrees (F), I got right to the task at hand. When I was working, I didn't have the energy (or interest) in cleaning my house, room by room, from top to bottom. But I'm finding that in the few years that I've been retired, I am really interested - shocked, actually - that I enjoy and take great pride in cleaning my house. I never would have thought that washing the dishes was therapeutic either, but I have been pleasantly surprised by this too. It is a time for renewal.
When I am cleaning or doing up a few dishes that don't go in the dishwasher, my mind is always wandering. I'm thinking about things that matter, and often things that don't. Perhaps I'm remembering the conversations of the past day, or planning what I'm going to do next.
When I was spring cleaning my bedroom yesterday, I found some
