What a great day. Sunshine always makes everything work out oh so well. The winter quilt is off the bed, and out to the clothesline it went. At the end of a busy day, my arms are weary. Dennis helped by taking the quilt off of the clothesline in the late afternoon, and who could resist snuffling in all that fresh air scent. No matter how hard companies try to replicate the fresh air scent in their products . . . it just isn’t going to happen.
Of course, when the bedding is switched out, it leads to a whole other ball of wax, or should I say a whole other ball of dust bunnies. I admit, I did skimp. I did not vacuum off the bottom of the inner spring unit. Many of you would ask “Why put yourself to more work, how much lint could you possible find as lint falls down and that would put it on the floor?” Here is the rest of the story. In times past, Grandson Nicholas has always loved playing on the bed that is in the west porch. It’s a room of total windows: eight to be precise. Nicholas had played with marbles and some decided to roll under the bed. When Nicholas reappeared with marbles in hand, he also had a head of lint fuzz. It was a bit funny, but it was also embarrassing. I knew without a doubt, my mom Lena was rolling her eyes from the great beyond. Lena did not skimp. Her and my dad’s mantra was “You don’t have time to do it right, but you always have time to do it over.”
I have thought this through: the deal is . . . we keep Nicholas from going underneath the bed until such time that I step up to the plate and do it the right, Lena way.