Sheesh. I'm getting tired. I started out this morning to thoroughly clean the house. I've cleaned every week, but not a thorough one in quite a while. I planned to take today and tomorrow to do that, the have Monday for myself.
My bedroom and bathroom are wonderful! I even shampooed the carpet. Boy it will be nice tonight to sleep in such a wonderfully clean place!
I am probably 2/3 done in the kitchen/living room. It's kinda like a great room, no walls. And it is looking good, too. But I think I'm running outta steam for today. I can finish this tomorrow and get the guest room and bath easily. They are both essentially clean as they aren't used much. My office is the last thing, and I may have to do that next weekend. We'll see. I have a lot of filing and organizing in there, and I'd rather not be too tired for that.
I also need to do some work on the deck. Not sure when that will come along. I'm having a dinner here on the 15th, so I need to get it straightened so we can use it. That shouldn't be a big problem.
Even though I'm tired, I love getting a lot of work done like this. Doesn't it feel good when the house is in tiptop shape? I'm a casual housekeeper. My house is lived in. But I like it to be clean, and that's what I usually do about once a month is clean thoroughly, and the rest of the time, I dust, vacuum, straighten. I've been lax, as I haven't done this kind of cleaning since the fire. Oh, I've cleaned a lot, but that was to get rid of the soot, so it was not throughout the house, but a little at a time, moving thing and vacuuming the soot.
OK, enough of that. I'm sure you didn't come to read about me cleaning house! chuckle.
I thought monsoons were over. It has been several days since we've had rain. But the forecast has rain possible several days next week. I hope so. We had enough to make the countryside really green and nice, but as you know, it takes rain over a long stretch to cancel the drought. I doubt we will do that this year, but all rain is welcome. Well, I should be careful about saying that .... I have friends in the Kansas City area who are flooding! Feast or famine, isn't it?
Oh, Monday! I forgot to tell you what I'm doing Monday. I'm going shooting! Yes, pacifist me is going shooting. My husband left a couple guns for me, and living alone in the forest, I decided I really should be able to use them, especially since a mountain lion is roaming in this area after the fire.
Several months ago I talked with a man whose mother was in hospice. In the conversation he offered to show me how to clean and care for the guns, as well as to take me shooting for practice. As he said, if you're afraid of the guns you'll likely get hurt. I shot .22s when I was a teenager, the had a couple really bad experiences with a deranged boyfriend and his guns, so I've hated them. I need to get over that. So Monday, I'm getting in some target practice.
As we have talked over the months, the man who is teaching me about the guns has made a number of comments to let me know he is interested in me. However, he doesn't follow through with invitations. I'm not sure if he is shy or perhaps he is letting me set the pace. That's OK, too. Honestly, every time we have talked, I've been busier than stink. He finally said recently that he'd like to take me to dinner if I would be interested, so I'm guessing we're gonna give it a whirl. We'll see how it goes!
In four weeks I'm going to my high school class reunion. Fifty years! FIFTY!!! Holy cow! I'm looking forward to it. You might recall, I had lunch recently with one of the old classmates, and it really got my interest stirred up in our talks about "the old days." We consider ourselves lucky to have grown up when and when we did. The town wasn't huge, you knew almost everyone, and of course, the other parents knew yours, so it helped keep up in line, I think. My kids grew up in cities. The kind of closeness my class had is something my kids just didn't get. anyway, I'm going to enjoy the weekend!
OK, time to fix a bit of dinner. Then a bath and book for a relaxing evening. Later, gaters!