Saturday, July 28, 2007
Clean Sweep
Learning to do some household chores since my wife passed is a real chore. It is the simple life that gets you. For example, take the art of using a broom and dust pan. Not once did I ever see her have a problem with it.
Not so when I touch it. It is one of those so called magnetic brooms with the clip on dust pan. The first thing that happens is no matter what you do, that magnetic part doesn't work. Everything is swept up carefully into a neat little pile, and there it is halfway across the room. The dust bunny or roll of cat hair is rolling merrily by itself on the other side of the room plain as can be. What happened to the magnetic part? You tread carefully to capture said dust bunny and gingerly urge it back to the pile of dirt you had ready to scoop up. Pile? What pile? Where did it go? Scattered all over again it is. Maybe those dust bunnies are real and have a life.
The next stage is get the cotton pickin' dust bunnies into the dust pan. Now she used to give a quick flick of the wrist and all would end up in the dust pan ready to be deposited into the garbage. So I do that. One tiny piece of debris that I didn't even see before ends up in the dust pan. The rest is under it!
Maybe the flick of the wrist wasn't strong enough. So I try again, with a little more effort. Right over the top it went, and on to my shoe. Can this be that difficult? So I try again and get 75% of it. Great, get to that garbage bag fast. I proceed to do that as the ceiling fan blows all the dust bunnies back to their original hiding places.
Oh yeah, the ceiling fan.
-=One Day At A Time=-
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Not so when I touch it. It is one of those so called magnetic brooms with the clip on dust pan. The first thing that happens is no matter what you do, that magnetic part doesn't work. Everything is swept up carefully into a neat little pile, and there it is halfway across the room. The dust bunny or roll of cat hair is rolling merrily by itself on the other side of the room plain as can be. What happened to the magnetic part? You tread carefully to capture said dust bunny and gingerly urge it back to the pile of dirt you had ready to scoop up. Pile? What pile? Where did it go? Scattered all over again it is. Maybe those dust bunnies are real and have a life.
The next stage is get the cotton pickin' dust bunnies into the dust pan. Now she used to give a quick flick of the wrist and all would end up in the dust pan ready to be deposited into the garbage. So I do that. One tiny piece of debris that I didn't even see before ends up in the dust pan. The rest is under it!
Maybe the flick of the wrist wasn't strong enough. So I try again, with a little more effort. Right over the top it went, and on to my shoe. Can this be that difficult? So I try again and get 75% of it. Great, get to that garbage bag fast. I proceed to do that as the ceiling fan blows all the dust bunnies back to their original hiding places.
Oh yeah, the ceiling fan.
-=One Day At A Time=-
This work by NSCAVE is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License
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