Wednesday, August 09, 2006
All through the afternoon, until about midnight, I cleaned grime off the wall of the apartment that contains (from left to right) the stove, a double sink, and a half-size refrigerator, with cabinets above and below the sink and above the stove. I scrubbed the cabinets themselves, inside and out, plus the oven and the refrigerator. Nothing was too dirty, but the entire set-up is painted white, which means that every spot is perfectly visible to my discerning eye and leaves me with the inability to function with the knowledge that there is a smudge of dust here and there. I'm such a good little cleaner. Then I stocked everything (dishes, mints, pantry items) with the result that at least one wall is complete.
This afternoon I am set to scrub down the bookshelf (again- not filthy, but just dirty enough to irritate me), the walk-in closet, and hopefully the bathroom. I might begin the yard, but that will probably have to wait until tomorrow. The yard requires much raking, collecting of sticks, and perhaps the removal of a gigantic cross propped in the fork of one tree. The cross is made of two wooden two-by-twos, and it doesn't appear to be supporting the tree in any way. Another cross, covered in purple candle wax, adorns the space to the right of the front door. These and other odd decorative items must be removed, but I should probably wait until Jim returns (he went out of town for a week) before touching anything.
Also sitting in the yard are two toilets. Not one toilet- two toilets. I would like to clean them up and perhaps pose them, for in their present condition, they simply look "ghetto". Currently the entire yard looks ghetto-rific: abandoned flower pots, rusty yard tools, part of a car hood, glass bottles, wire fencing, tree branches and twigs, leaves, two toilets, three or four trash cans of various sizes and colours, a heavy sink, a dirty bird bath... The walkway approaching from the side of the house to the attachment I live in consists of wooden planking, which becomes a nicer, but uneven and in places uprooted, grey stone path. But it is my ambitious desire to find some sort of awning to cover the wooden section, to evoke the feeling that one is approaching a cave or a lair- The Lauree Lair, to be precise.
Mwah-hah-hah.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:36 AM]