I don’t actually clean very much because I think I don’t have time. I mean, sure, it’d take two minutes to wipe down that counter, but I would get sucked into reorganizing all the items on said counter, cleaning them with windex, emptying the toaster’s crumb-tray, wiping down all the cabinet- and drawer-fronts (which would lead me into cleaning out and reorganizing all the drawers and planning the next week’s menus to use up all the food I find that I can’t remember when I bought it), cleaning the window, scouring the sink and possibly cleaning the oven, and all that is what I don’t have time for. It’s a problem of focus, what I have.
DrBob comes home from London tomorrow night, and I have to spend the day in Munich, working at one of my jobs, so today was the day to clean the house. Unfortunately, I started with the refrigerator, which happened to contain a whole drawer full of apples that had fallen from my neighbor’s mother’s trees – heavily bruised, partly-rotted, but mostly sound. Christine offers them around the neighborhood as an alternative to throwing them away, and last year I was too busy to accept, but this year I was… too busy but I accepted anyway.
So, now I have a sparkly-clean fridge, which makes me happy every time I look inside it, menu plans for the next five days (to use up things like sour cream and pesto and tomatoes) plus two freezer-bags each containing eight cups of peeled apple slices (8 cups = one pie), and a vat of homemade applesauce, some of which we ate with potato pancakes that we had to make because look! There’s applesauce! So I definitely put in the time today, I just didn’t actually get anything done toward making the house look nice for the homecoming hero. Well that’s not quite true: the Sniglet did the bathrooms.
Song du jour of the day: Yakety Yak Don’t Talk Back by the Coasters