I engaged in something that I rarely do yesterday.
It's something most people do every day.
Walt does a lot of
it.
I did some housecleaning...and it about did me in.
See, we are having this little gathering here on Saturday. Tomorrow
Walt and I are celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary (where did the time
go?) and the kids decided they wanted to have a party.
But where? These days when we get together socially,
it's at Atria because it's easier for my mother, but that wasn't going to
work for this party. But my mother doesn't do well in
restaurants...well, she's OK, but she's uncomfortable...so they decided we
would get together here and that Tom and Ned would cook dinner for
us.
It's just a small group, just the family. Walt and
me; Ned and Marta; Tom, Laurel and the girls, my mother and Walt's brother
and his wife. Then Ned said he didn't believe in keeping secrets so he
let us know that Jeri and Phil are going to fly out and be here too.
And because she's family as well, Charlotte is coming.
(This
is a huge deal because Brianna and Lacie have never been inside this house
and I'm having grandma performance anxiety.)
It's not that
these people have never been inside my house and don't know that I am a
terrible housekeeper, though since Walt has been doing so much housekeeping,
he house is better than it has been in a long time. Ned, bless him,
said he would come over today and help clean up. But I've always said
I would have to clean for two days to get the house to a point where I could
apologize for how messy it is.
A HUGE part of cleaning up is
dusting the etageres. These are two glass and brass shelving units
that Gilbert bought shortly before he died. I was so proud of those
things and I felt so strongly that I wanted to take care of them for him
after he died. So they stand in the dining part of our living room and
they hold all of the tsatskes that either we have collected on our travels
or that people have given to us. To dust it all takes 45-60 minutes,
so it doesn't get done that often, but really needed it now. When it's
finished, the room doesn't look different at all, but I feel a tremendous
sense of accomplishment to know that everything is dusted and on dusted
glass shelves.
I set up a speaker so I could listen to my Amazon book and then I brought in
my little desk fan because it was warm. Even with that, I had sweat
pouring off of me as I worked on the shelves.
I had to do things in small increments because my back
starts to give out after awhile. Even sitting in a chair as much as I
could while I cleaned still ended up with my having to take a break every
now and then.
As I cleaned I was thinking about having the
girls here and what a temptation all these cute little things on these open
shelves would be for them. I have thought about this before. How
to "baby proof" the etageres so I wouldn't have to worry about them.
Then I thought back to my paternal grandmother and the times we spent at her
house (very, very often). She had a little shelf on which she kept a
collection of miniature horses. They weren't necessarily fancy or
expensive...I seem to recall a couple of them were even made of plastic.
But they were very special to her (and it bothers me that when she finally
moved out of her apartment they just disappeared...I never got the chance to
ask for them). But the rule was "look, but don't touch."
I was a horse crazed kid and I would spend a lot of time sitting on the
floor looking at those horses and imagining playing with them, my
grandmother yelling at me if I tried to touch them. She was so afraid
I'd break them. To this day, I am sorry that I never had the chance to
play with them.
And as I dusted all this stuff on the etagere
I thought about the girls being drawn to it and wanting to investigate and
realized that there is nothing on those shelves that is so
special that I would be upset if it got broken, and what fun it would be to
share those little animals and figures with them. So I'm not worrying
about it. If they want to play with anything on those shelves, I will
smile and be happy that they are getting to do what I always wanted to do
and never could.
I didn't get a lot more done than just the etagere, but I did get that much
done but it feels as if I cleaned house all day. And I don't have to
do it again for a long time....
Now I just have to worry about the dogs who use the house for their bathroom, and what to do about puddle pads, and whether or not our dogs will get along with the dog Tom and Laurel are bringing with them.
Now I just have to worry about the dogs who use the house for their bathroom, and what to do about puddle pads, and whether or not our dogs will get along with the dog Tom and Laurel are bringing with them.
1 comment:
I learned from John's sister (you met them) and her grandchildren. She would sit with each one and let them handle the "things", then put them down, then go on to the next one. Once given the chance to handle and examine, the child pretty much lost interest. I wholeheartedly agree with "let them touch". It's the forbidden fruit that causes the problems.
Happy Anniversary and Happy Party!
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