When you visit or drop in on a friend, what do you think about their housekeeping? Do you notice the differences? I do.
Rarely do we have friends whose style of home-making is the same as our own. Because of the friendship though, we overlook these things.
When I was a teen my Mom insisted that I do the weekly cleaning on Saturday. That habit is still with me. Unless something special comes up, I tend to leave my housecleaning chores until Saturday. The rest of the week I just live there. I can’t say I love cleaning, but I’ve learned to discipline myself, set some sequence of steps, and when I think I have more time I get distracted by settling down to thoroughly organize one desk or cupboard, or whatever. I guess I prefer the sorting and organizing stage best once I get into it.
My home always seems cozier and more inviting at the end of a Saturday cleaning binge. I wish friends would drop in about then!
The homes of some friends look like works of art. Everything neatly in place, and placed just so-o, with no more than one or two attractive objects on any furniture surface. No sign of a project in process or any mess whatsoever. I enjoy looking at such a place, but feel a bit out of place. This makes me a very careful, polite guest.
Then there are other homes which go the other extreme. Risky piles of stuff stacked up everywhere and every which way I look. Naturally, I try not to embarrass my friend by commenting on all this, although I’m sure I have trouble hiding my thoughts.
I don’t know about you, but the craziest yen rises in me to come in there and do a major clean up. The other morning I caught myself visualizing how to do this while I was in the bathtub.
Let’s see… we should dedicate a week to it, and the friend and I ought to work at it together. I would bring a stack of boxes… no, better still those plastic bins - colour-coded even! I’d also snap out some packages of coloured garbage bags.
I’d say, “Here. We’re going to look at every item and you decide; is it garbage? Then it goes into these black bags. Is it something you’d like to sell at a garage sale or give away? Then into these clear bags. Is it something to keep for an heirloom or treasure? Then it goes into one of these bins, and you label it. Only what you actually use on a regular basis gets a place in a bin in the closet, or a home-spot in your house where you can see and find it easily.”
We’d also have cleaning rags and buckets and cleaning products and as we’d get to the surface underneath we’d wash the surfaces, and also vacuum or wash floors.
Oh yes, and we’d start at the far back room, maybe the bathroom, and work our way around, room by room, until we end up at the front door. Once we’ve cleaned a room we don’t stash any of the filled bags or bins there. They have to keep moving behind us towards the door.
Having been through this kind of cleaning last year in Dad’s house, I know that you have to allow extra time. Like a whole half day to a room, or maybe two days on a large one.
There’s just one problem with such a daydream. Such friends have daily living habits that will put their home in exactly the same state in a short time. Who am I kidding?
Do I really want to invest that kind of time in someone else’s home?
I thought I had my fill of it last year, but… what should I charge if I were to land a job doing this for an estate where someone has died, and there is no family to do the clean up? (The woman at Dad’s trust company said I had saved his estate a lot of money by doing it so she wouldn’t have to - hmm - how much?)
[Okay, Ruth. Come back to reality. You’ve still got a lot of work like that to do down in your basement. It must be time to start if you’re in a mood like this!]
Yessir! As soon as I get caught up on some small jobs for others, I will tackle that basement! Every Saturday this spring and summer until it looks wonderful!