…it still needs a going over.
We’re having guests for the weekend, and since they’re Ian’s progenitors we’ve been going around and trying to put a good face on things without getting fanatical or duplicitous about it. I look around the Lair this morning and find it in its usual state, which is to say in need of a good dusting at minimum. Normally I try to keep the dustbunnies of loose dog hair down to softball-size, and otherwise I don’t let them worry me. The Lair has never been what you’d call reproachfully clean and it never will be. But today a slightly higher level of cleanliness seems appropriate.
So I’m rumbling around inside with a dustcloth and a sponge before Friday shit-shoveling and wondering “Do these curtains go with my AK, or do I maybe need something in chintz?
Photographic Judge says the curtains are fine, but the mag pouches need dusting. I wouldn’t want to give anybody the wrong impression. Or the right one.
Back to work.
Years ago my mother gave me a plaque that hangs just outside the front door, visible(warning) on entering.
“Although you’ll find our house a mess,
Come in, sit down, converse.
It doesn’t always look this way.
Some days it’s even worse.”
Good neighborly job on the effort!