clean" nowadays I go into a kind of panic. I can't say that I've ever been a great house keeper. I don't enjoy house work. (Which is rather sad since I've been a "house wife" for the majority of my marriage.) Although I really do enjoy a clean house. The activities of making a clean house are irritating to me -- nothing seems to stay clean for even a little while. House cleaning is frustration in all capital letters to me and lots of exclamation points and jumping up and down while shaking my fists and screaming a primal scream! It -- seems -- so-- pointless. But if you don't do it, you end up with what I have now and baby -- that is not pretty -- or fun -- or relaxing. I hate being embarrassed to have anyone over. I know you think I'm exaggerating about this, but my cousin Mike told me that he would like to come visit me and I put him off. I did. I've put him off twice now. I even told him why, but I'm sure he doesn't believe me.
I want my home to be the kind of clean again that makes me think of new copper pennies. I actually want it to be that kind of clean before Thanksgiving of this year. I want to have all of my family here for Thanksgiving this year. The last year they were all here was the last Thanksgiving that my dad was alive. I don't know that anything will beat that special day for me, but I'd like to celebrate my son and grandchildren being here this year and living close to Texas. I'd like to celebrate the lives of the women we lost this year. I'd like to feel the love in my own home. It's been so very long.
*These photos represent the cleaner parts of my home at the moment.