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The last couple of weeks have been fierce at work--fun, kind of, but fierce in the how-I-wish-I-had-a-clone sort of way. And I have, to my shame and sorrow, sort of let things go to hell in a handbag around home.
I noticed a kind of appalling rime of dust on one of the kitchen cabinets. And all the lower cabinets, in the way of things, are grungy with bits of dropped stuff, water splashes, etc. So I am going, if I do no other thing this weekend, to do the thing of cleaning the cabinets in the kitchen, a two-part process that involves 1) removing the grunge with Swiffer and damp sponge and 2) using the nice wood-cleaner/wax stuff that smells pleasant and actually treats the cabinets as if they were expensive furniture (which, in fact, they are).
Why am I telling you all this? So that if I fail to live up to my promise I will be shamed before the Internets. Or something. Anyway, just writing it down makes it feel more real.
I have other things to do (make bread-and-butter pickles, do a couple of sessions of an online course I'm taking, transcribe some of the writing I've been doing on my commute into a Word document, buy tea and spices at Rainbow Grocery, feed the young, etc.) but really, if I don't get to those cabinets I'm going to wake up one day and find that they're standing over me. With knives and dust.
I noticed a kind of appalling rime of dust on one of the kitchen cabinets. And all the lower cabinets, in the way of things, are grungy with bits of dropped stuff, water splashes, etc. So I am going, if I do no other thing this weekend, to do the thing of cleaning the cabinets in the kitchen, a two-part process that involves 1) removing the grunge with Swiffer and damp sponge and 2) using the nice wood-cleaner/wax stuff that smells pleasant and actually treats the cabinets as if they were expensive furniture (which, in fact, they are).
Why am I telling you all this? So that if I fail to live up to my promise I will be shamed before the Internets. Or something. Anyway, just writing it down makes it feel more real.
I have other things to do (make bread-and-butter pickles, do a couple of sessions of an online course I'm taking, transcribe some of the writing I've been doing on my commute into a Word document, buy tea and spices at Rainbow Grocery, feed the young, etc.) but really, if I don't get to those cabinets I'm going to wake up one day and find that they're standing over me. With knives and dust.