Elisabeth mentioned her dislike of housework in her delightful post today.
She is lucky enough to have a housekeeper come in once a week, and
deliver her from such evils. I, on the other hand, have bravely maintained
the manor chores myself.
The funny thing is, back when the manor was bustling with three children,
two huge yellow labs, three cats, a hamster and a cockatoo, I was on some
kind of wonder woman quest, balancing home, school, church, a gift basket
business and catering business. The manor was always miraculously
Not so, now, with an empty nest and nothing to do but housekeeping stuff
and blogging. A thick layer of dust covers the furniture, like a blanket of
gray felt. Someone said it is actually good for wood to be protected by dust.
I wholeheartedly agree.
I like to think of the current condition of the manor as "blogger's house".
You know, like swimmer's ear or tennis elbow. So, pardon the dust. I've
realized the kitchen police and dust patrol are not going to ticket me for
any infractions. And you know what? It feels nice. If you happen to drop
by the manor, just pull the spiderwebs away from my face, so I can see you.
(I took this photo last summer at the main intersection of our little town,
which has been under construction. I immediately connected and gave
them a full pardon.)
This is a Theme Thursday post.