Not just the ordinary sweep,vacuum, wash kitchen floor and clean toilet and tub, but a tear apart the bathroom, clean the woodwork that people can see, wash all the wood floors on two floors, move furniture, get the dust webs and so forth. Sometimes that even involves washing all the towels and curtains (I have cats who seem to leave a lot of cat hair on them when they look out the windows). And there is the junk, always the junk.
I hate to clean. OK, I get pissed that I have to clean because the time spent cleaning could be time spent in the studio, reading, watching a movie, or some other fun endeavor. It was the retreat at the Blue Cliff Monastery and my relationship with a few yoga teachers that gave me insight into mindful living. It is much easier to clean if you are in a good mood, look at each chore and project as a worthy exercise, and it helps to have little tidbits to reward yourself with, like a point system, as you finish another chore. Today mine was a dark chocolate bar with sea salt.
I took joy in cleaning my bathroom top to bottom. I smiled as I scrubbed the dirty pots, looking out the window, realizing how lucky I was to have the honor of living and scrubbing the pot. The sun is shining, the kids are playing basketball next door, and all is good in my little center of the world.
I let my mind wander back to childhood, a time when cleaning was seemed so much simpler - Mr. Clean, Pine Sol, Lemon Oil, a rag, a dustmop, a mop, and a vacuum. That was it. No Scrubbing Bubbles, no Swiffer Jets, no Roombas, no blue toilet stuff. I try to keep it simple, and as green as possible, but I see the soap scum in the tub and I know that the Fantastic with Bleach cleans it oh so easier than baking or washing soda. The rest of my cleaning is with a castile soap with essential oils, and some good old fashioned Murphy's Wood Soap. (ugh, I don't know how green THAT stuff is?!)
When I was tired, and it was dinner time, I stopped. I have been enjoying going through the rooms, noticing how the house looks lovely without the tumbleweeds and piles of stuff.
I smile, and am satisfied, even though I know it won't last long.
Tonight's card was inspired by my twin cousins who are on Facebook with me and are the zaniest, silliest, funniest boys. Yes, at 40 something, they still talk about farts and taco eating contests, and how Ed loves cheese. This one's for you boys.
patti o cleaner