Local Effort Day
The studio is taking a back seat today from what I call, local effort day.
Both beds needed fresh bedding. Once the beds are stripped, out come the Swiffers. It is my joy to do the floors with the dust collectors, aka: Swiffers.
Years ago we did have carpeting in the bedrooms and living and dining rooms. What a pain. I knew there was more to the story than what the vacuum caught. Heavy furniture stayed in place and the areas around them were vacuumed. When the carpeting went by the wayside and the laminate was installed, it made all the difference in the world. Felt pads went under all the heavy items in the house.
Dennis went for coffee with the fellows today. Once the washing machine was going, it didn’t take me long to move some of the furnishings with very little muscle. I do recall someone mentioning that Swiffers were not used in their home as they did have a bit of oil in the wipes. Hello! I remember Lena using an oil for her wool dust mop from the Fuller Brush salesman. It was a deep red color and only a drop or two was needed to help pick up the dust bunnies. I can use all the help I can get for a day such as was needed here on Stauffer Avenue today.
The lightweight sheets were done away with today and the flannel sheets are here for the duration of the cooler months. As I was doing Dennis’ bed, I did check to see if the electric mattress pad was still working. All systems go.
I choose to sleep a bit on the cooler side of the thermostat. Thus, no electric mattress pad for me. My bedroom porch has three exterior walls with eight windows and no basement underneath. My bedroom porch cannot help but be a bit cooler compared to Dennis’ bedroom having one exterior wall and a heated basement underneath.
By Twelve noon, Dennis was home and I had the local effort done for the day. Truth to tell, today’s local effort is all that I could handle. I take my time with multiple coffee breaks and knock off a chapter or two in a book I am reading. The satisfaction I get from a day such as I have had today . . . there are not enough words. Isn’t that the wonder of living a balanced life?
Tomorrow we find out what type of orthotic Dennis will need for his left foot to fill out a proper shoe. We have come a long way.