...of activity as well as snow yesterday.
When one has gone six months without cleaning the house, one finds it hard to begin. Anywhere. It's a daunting task, to say the least.
Not that I have ever been a stellar housekeeper, mind you, but things in my neck of the woods border on unsafely unclean. As in ugh. And yuck.
So I began yesterday by cleaning out the kitchen cabinets and putting down new shelf paper, reorganizing as I went. MIL was there to supervise, so we chatted and I shuddered and cleaned and cut and organized and shuddered and cleaned and cut and organized some more.
To let you know how bad it was, I only got about half of the kitchen done. It seems one of our rodent friends has visited in the past six months and left calling cards. Dishes had to be rewashed, shelves sanitized, shudders shuddered. I stuffed a couple of SOS pads into a hole I found, but I'm buying a whole box of steel wool to pack it with tonight. And some rodent-type eat-this-and-die-far-away stuff.
And the cleaning will continue.
I also made a roast beef dinner and a pot of soup, then used the remains of the roast beef dinner to make a shepherd's pie. We have dinner taken care of for the week, more or less.
Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
In other news, I seem to have developed Linds-itis. My left knee is almost useless as a joint, but does wonders as a throbbing ball of pain. I'm off to the doctor today to see what wonder drug he has for that. It's been this way for the past two weeks, gradually getting worse and worse. Silly me, I kept thinking it would get better with time. Don't I know I'm an aged being?
It's all Linds' fault.
I tried to get everyone to help me put the tree up last night as well. I told them we didn't have to decorate it, but it would be nice to put it up, if only to say we had. They all looked at me and rolled their eyes. Looks like we've started a new tradition... presents in front of the fireplace instead of under the tree.
When I told them we were indeed pathetic because this was the second year in a row we wouldn't have had a tree, they tried to argue with me. Thank goodness I had documented our lack of spirit last year as well, proving them wrong. They were amazed. Amazed they didn't remember, amazed we didn't have a tree, and amazed it meant so little.
Oh, that there were little children in this house again!
Then THEY could do all the decorating work.