Whew!
As my Mom would be working through tasks, one could hear a “Whew” ever so often. It came out of her almost like a word with a bit of a whistle attached. Try it . . . “Whew.” It was either a way of re-energizing herself or perhaps used in place of a sigh.
Dennis and I were only gone for three days, but this morning I felt like I really needed to kick it in gear. Dennis was right in there with me. Oh yes, I was happy to be back on Stauffer. It’s fun to travel and see family members, but there is no place like home. Dennis does not vent the same sentiment out loud about being glad to be home, but the time spent in the porch tells the story.
With a half inch of rain over the night, the air this morning did feel fresh, and that meant that the old tradition of doing laundry on a Monday was on. If bedding is stripped, that makes a great time to get the floors done. No matter what the size of the furniture, it all can be moved as we have felt pads under everything. I would be lost without Swiffers on the laminate flooring. For what I can pick up on a weekly basis, I shudder to think what would be piling up if we had carpeting and some furniture only moved seasonally. I tackled the floors in our 720 square foot home; Dennis gave me a complementary basement floor cleaning. How did that come about? Dennis has a wonderful warm and fuzzy quilt for cooler winter and the deal was that Dennis would vacuum the sewing room floor to rid the area of fuzz and threads. We both came out winners: laundry basket is empty, fresh bedding, and a homogenized home from top to bottom. Needless to say, the many and varied “Whews” from Dennis and me could have been set to music. We realized in short order that the temps had risen right along with a higher dew point.
I know it has been said often . . . too bad. Life on Stauffer with my ole cowboy is down right priceless. For a reward of a lot of domestic work, the evening meal is liver and onions with a side of boiled potatoes. Just as we don’t often tackle the entire gamete of housework in one single day, we don’t have the liver menu often, so please refrain from sending me an avalanche of e-mail forwards guarding against heart disease. We will be back on track with goodies from the farmers market tomorrow. Catch ya all another time.