Spring Cleaning

I hate to clean and here is why. When I start to clean, I get really obsessive and start noticing dirt and grime EVERYWHERE! Then I have to carefully scrub every nook and cranny and I barely accomplish anything.

The act of cleaning I do not mind so much, it is the facing of reality that I have a problem with.

My reality involves hardwood floors and two pets who shed all over the place. Everywhere I turn, there is hair, and more hair.

It is nice having clean floors but now I am obsessively worried about dirtying them again. Perhaps the real problem here is my obsessive compulsive disorder, and the fact that I could eat this weird combo for lunch.

This Old House

When one is procrastinating from editing, the best thing to do is something else that one tends to avoid: CLEAN! And the great thing about living in an old ass house is that there is ALWAYS lots to clean!

Kitteh helps with the cleaning prep. I gonna warm up da bucket for you. See how much better cleaning is already? I see you giggle!
BEFORE CLEANING CREEPY TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE ROOM AFTER CLEANING CREEPY TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE ROOM

Can you see the difference? Yeah, I thought not. But it would not be the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Room if it was not CREEPY!!!!! Right Molly?!?

I am also in the process of slowly trying to winterize my old house. I never anticipated winter with such dread until it became MY JOB to make this house a fortress of WARM. So I am caulk gunning, caulk roping and cellophaning up the windows, preparing the gardens, turning off the hose water and crossing my fingers that the chimney does not fall over until spring when a mason might have time to come and deal with it.

Winter, you are a stern mistress. Please be kind to my dear old, tattered home.