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?
You know perfectly well that it is people coming and going…(:
Comes from dead things. Since you played the Irish Catholic card . . . ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Hmmm . . . . does God use a Swiffer ?
People coming and going? Dead things? You mean the dust in my house is bits and pieces of dead people passing through???
Take it from the ones that know more about catholic guilt than anyone…there’s something fishy going on…son of a gun, and its friday! Now that’s Karma for ya.