Cleaning – So not me

I can’t be sure of tomorrow, but today I was sucked into a spasm of cleaning and a plan to deep clean every darn thing in the house. Uh, is that a domicile high colonic? Oh, AmeliaJake, think it through . . . do not imagine it as a high colonic. Perhaps I can buy into the idea of getting the house clean enough so people can tell holiday decorations from the clutter. No, actually, I am really interested in getting to the dirt in the nooks and crannies. I’m not going to analyze it, but simply go with the flow and make hay while the sun shines philosophy.

Of course we are talking AmeliaJake standards, which are high . . . in the sense that you really don’t want to eat off the floor.

I think the real reason I have gone over to the cleaning side is so I can be a Nazi enforcer.

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We did have a new experience today. Last night the cable went out on the high def boxes and today Summer came down and said, “I’m sorry; it was my fault; I messed up the plug.” Sorry? Fault?  Of course, she did venture that she could have tripped over it.