Wednesday was the elated anticipated day for the house cleaner's deep cleaning our home.
We seem to be collectively clutterers. Both of us are allergic to dust, so we are confronted with the dilemma to remove, or let lie. The dust allergy is actually a microscopic fierce looking mite which leaves its even more microscopic body wastes mingled amid the dust to torment us.
Our house had not been thoroughly dusted since June when we allowed a lovely church teen to dust for a donation to her mission trip to Panama. We were going to give her a substantial donation, but she had made known she wished to earn her money. I admire young girls and boys who are willing to work for their needs. She worked 4 hours . I did not wish to be accused of violating child labor laws, but think we allowed her to feel she earned our donation. She was elated with the amount.
Today's housekeeper literally cleaned ceiling to floor, moved furniture, open windows from inside and cleaned the area between window and screen, vacuumed carpets and floors; wet mopped final flooring.
I worked along side the housekeeper moving clutter, primarily piles of paper from my many activities scattered and stacked all over the house/ Of course there are stacks of paper for city council papers, personal finances, TeleCare, EOBs of health insurance filings and medical copies of medical visits and procedures, and I keep a a personal file of my medical records which becomes valuable if you are referred to specialists. Mixed in these stacks is the proverbial backlog of filing. I am drastically reducing filing which I dislike.
Additionally I helped her moved furniture. All this activity which does no sound physically taxing, left me aching from literally from head to big toes. How my two big toes could become so sore, is beyond me, because I dropped NOTHING on them! My back which is why I avoid housework, especially and motion that is coordinated back and forth leg and arm motion, i.e., sweeping, vacuuming, mopping. Also changing bed linens is back breaking as well breath shortening.
The housekeeper was a wisp of a woman. She worked steadily eight hours except from a 30 minute lunch break. She is returning Friday. I hope my next post won't be from the hospital or morgue. I have not been this tired in a long, long time.
She said I exaggerated the dirtiness. If we had not thoroughly dusted since June, she said my house was tight for the amount of accumulated dust, especially since we also have and indoor/outdoor dog. In fact once she gets us caught up, she thinks we will only need a housekeeper once a month! I was elated, not because I'd save money, but because we weren't as dirty as imagined. Kinda silly, but true.
Sandwiched between Wednesday and Friday is the installation of a fiberoptic telephone line for extremely fast Internet. Our local phone company is installing underground fiberoptic lines in in the entire city. My section of town is completed and we are getting a free 90 day trial of what is said to be as fast or faster Internet as cable companies. Our current DSL rate continues.
All the above translates thus: my section of town is the first guinea pigs to get the kinks out of the system, but being the techie nut that I am , I'm looking forward to the challenge.
So there will be an interlude in my saga of Get Me to the Church On Time. There are 2-3 more parts. The next one is almost unbelievable.... It will be difficult to write as it involves repeated identical episodes in a short time frame. I will have to spend time formatting it in a manner it can be followed.