Not really, but welcome to our living room.
I penned a haiku to celebrate my day of cleaning in preparation for Tugboat Man and Angel Boy later this week:
White shirts softly worn
Teak oak walnut shine
This is what I was doing on Sunday. ALL day.
I took every single item off every single shelf and cleaned each and every one of them.
That included all the pictures on the piano.
In case you’re wondering, not everything was acquired by me–a lot of what I have was given to me by my mom and by my tugboat man from his travels around the world.
And then I put everything back.
It was all very Zen and quiet and lovely.
Finally, I polished the furniture and vacuumed.
I like to work from the top down. Makes sense, doesn’t it?
I’ll save the rug shampooing ’til the end of summer when it’s really hot.