Something called spring cleaning

I am not a fan of housework.  I am, however, a master at procrastination.  I think the articles and discussions (and even the online photos) about this annual rite of passage are overwhelming.  Running a household that includes 9 dogs (from 4 lb chihuahua to 100 lb. German Shepherd) plus a Siamese and a new calico kitty, makes this not just daunting but a lifetime project!!

Despite all the cute pithy statements about people coming to see you and not your house etc. people still judge us by the dust we are hoarding and the secrets lying under our rugs.  I “get” mould, toxins, spills and smells from food that is past the best before date.  What I don’t get is that people wouldn’t prefer to create, enjoy, read, or play before worrying about the dust on unseen corners of the family room.

Somehow I think spending time with friends and families has little to do with obsessive cleaning and should be about caring – just my take on it.


Friday, finally

Living in a small town is an ongoing series of revelations.  Last night was one of them.  The local Legion is a watering hole and a great place for darts, cards and entertainment – defo not Wayne Gretsky’s little spot in Toronto.  In many ways it is a much finer place to keep up with friends and neighbours in a welcoming environment.  One fellow reminded us that we have lost far too many of our friends and family, both young and old, this year.  It seems that no one has been left untouched and there is much grieving to do as well as much celebration in order as we remember their lives.  As I think of those we lost I look around at those still with us – for how long we never know.  Over the last few days I have consciously been remembering to applaud the efforts and results of people in town and on the farms.  I comment favourably on handsome or pretty new outfits or accessories.  I try to remember to tell each one how much they mean to me and why.  As well, as much as in my power, I mend fences and make new friends.  As much as we like to deny it or set the thought aside, our lives are finite.  More than ever we all need to be kind to each other and embrace each new day, albeit through grief, pain and stress.  I hope your day is a memorable one.

So the new e-book remains in its box as does the XBox Kinect. The blackberry is challenging but muddling through it. Is it just me or wasn’t it just easier to watch tv, phone on a landline, read a book made of paper, and use the board games on the shelf? I guess the answer will be for another day, e.g. when all the above mystical devices make sense to me. Just imagining that I have friends who have never even used the internet is mind-boggling – I can’t remember being without a PC or laptop. Do people still send letters?