I am cleaning house this morning in preparation for some friends visiting… granted, they will arrive after the sun goes down and the dust may not be terribly obvious… but if they move any book on the shelf, horrors! I remember listening to Quentin Crisp – a talk show guest from Britain once declared he hadn’t dusted his house in six years. “It’s perfectly fine unless you move something.”
I agree, but irish catholic guilt and the need to scrub overcomes my lazy attitude.
But where does it all come from? I dusted three weeks ago! And I hardly move in the house… just upstairs, downstairs, to the TV, to the fridge… that’s about it… and to the washing machine in the cellar. Maybe that’s the thing. The dust and cobwebs in the cellar are legendary… perhaps I am dragging it all upstairs with my clean laundry. Where else could it come from?