Connecting with my Home

After a week of debilitating jet lag, I decided to unpack. This simple decision lead to a severe cleaning manic episode. I am doing my Spring cleaning in the summer. I am detailing my house. I washed windows, replaced the mildewed shower curtain, went through all my clothes and shoes, tore down old brittle sheers, and vacuumed UNDER furniture. If you are like me, you have never done that before. It took me two days to do my bedroom and master bathroom, but it didn't end there. Actually it got worse. I weeded and fixed my garden. I placed an ad to sell my piano, I replaced the bag in the vacuum, without George (!) Remind me to do that more often. My family and the health department will be pleased to find out that I hauled off the Carey Family butcher block cutting block thing. George loves that thing, but he's gone, right? He'll be so surprised. I moved and threw out furniture, I organized George's vanity top and got him an organizer. He will love this. Actually he hates me to touch his stuff. It always disappears after I touch it for some reason. My home cleans up pretty well, and I am having some very fond feelings for it. I have even considered quitting work so that I can spend more quality time with my neglected domicile. Tomorrow..... the pantry and fultility room. If you don't see me after a week, call the police.