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The work is larger than my thoughts could have imagined. There is no way I will finish by today. There are more things to think about, more little pieces to deal with, and more actual labor than what I had imagined. I am doing extra things without skipping a beat, though. It only takes a few minutes to put a load of laundry in, or take a little break and do a bit of cleaning here or there. I did not become distracted when I realized how big and complex the job is going to end up being, either. That surprised me a bit. I know, now, I will be able to make my Mom’s visit comfortable and easy. Hopefully she can just be the brain, or at least see that things are going well enough that she will only do light labor. She is a workaholic and even physical problems do not seem to slow her down when she sets her mind to something. Still, I would like to surprise her and keep her stay simple.
I got the spots out! Yes, I suppose some of you know the trick, or think nothing of it. But spots have been my bane for some time. I may have figured out how to deal with spots, finally, as well. Spot treat, wash two or three times (in cold water), then tumble dry and check. Rinse and repeat as necessary. It is not that I tried to get spots out, it is only that I have learned to notice and hate them. As well, I have a load in the washer and dryer, and several loads in waiting. Much of it was clean, but I had not been folding and hanging things up properly, so I am rewashing them.
Piece by piece, an item at a time, the room is coming together. It looks worse now than it did to begin with, but that seems to often be the case. It peaked in it’s cluttered look about an hour ago, it can only get better from here on, if with a backstep or two from time to time in the process. I truly enjoy this. I will sleep so well in that room when this is done. I would like to have that feeling in each room as I finish each one. It is sort of like blessing each room, giving my thought and muscle and mind to creating order. I really hope I can do this more in the next place I live, or more often I should say. One of the things I will do, any place I move, is try to set up my place with an eye to ease of strip cleaning rooms. I will also have a few pieces of equipment which will help move furniture and other large items. I have a few tools for that, but I am looking for more tools.
My mother called this morning. It seems she did the same thing I did yesterday, airing her house and leaving the furnace off only to wake to a chilly house. We were both in very good moods and the conversation was very uplifting for both of us, pushing us on to even better days. I hope she looks more forward to the visit knowing I am working as I am. She will not need to be as much of a task master or work so hard, or that is the plan. Though, knowing me as both of us do, neither of us is holding our breath if we are also both a bit more hopeful.
Bit by bit, one job, topic, object, and action at a time. I guess that is life, with or without the more complicated aspects of life like moving. But moving and such does add to that. I best make a call or three Monday or Tuesday regarding finding a rental, my auto, and finding a rug cleaner. Hopefully I can keep this up for a week or two. Have a good day.
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