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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Spring What?

So. Since I shared my glass jar compulsion/weakness/craziness with you all. Let's talk about spring cleaning. 

Two of my co-workers chatted about spring cleaning and what they got accomplished over the weekend. 

In my defense, I must say I did travel 12 hours by car right before and during the weekend and spend several hours prepping for and helping at a wedding and THEN I lost an hour of sleep due to the time change thang. 

But honestly. I have NEVER spring cleaned like these chicks. Never in my 32 years of married springs and 32 years of married falls have I ever felt compelled to empty all cupboards and wash all walls and fill my car with every blanket in the house to run them to the laundromat just because it's autumn or the end of winter. 

Once, my children got exposed to lice and I was a woman possessed. I did not sleep. I had been working on making a clean mountain of laundry on my couch that needed to be folded and put away. But once I heard the L word I rewashed that mountain, and any other fabric item I could get my hands on. I scrubbed heads, I vacuumed every non human surface, I changed the vacuum bags and buried them under dirty diapers and other disgusting lice killing refuse. I went to one of the only 24 hour pharmacies at 2:00 a.m. during my just cleaned everything and am only awake because of pure-adrenaline-coursing-through-my-veins and my-kid-has-an-itchy-head psychosis. It was when Nix worked, before lice became resistant, it was a gentler and easier time when people still didn't feel the need to lock their doors and housewives did spring cleaning. 

Some of them anyway. 

Oh, and my Christmas gathering at the old abode does force me to clean out closets, also like a woman possessed, so that I can host dinner. To date no one has ever actually oohed and ahhed over my closet neatness, however, once my dad went from room to room in my house narrating his surprise over the cleanliness during a birthday party. 
 Laundry basket Number 1, and a bird cage we were thinking about using for the wedding sign, and a bag of ???? and another bag of Arbonne products I let someone borrow. If you look very close you might see a smattering of dust bunnies and dog hair. Fortunately the light works a little like candlelight as a dust filter. 

That said. I couldn't quite get on board with my co-workers and said some such thing. I may have been laughing and staring at them in horror as they had discussed what they had accomplished. One dear, sweet, little encouraging soul said, "Well, we all have our strengths. You are a phenomenal cook! I can't cook!"  Yeah. That was nice. And I'm going to go ahead and just take that as some bit of truth. K? 







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