Where did April go? Oh wait, I know…
I’ve encountered the enquiry “What are you doing today?” frequently enough of late to make me curious. It’s not something I’d noticed previously. Naturally, I Googled “Why do people ask what are you doing today?” The answer I found made sense: When someone asks ‘what are you doing’ this doesn’t require a specific answer. You could answer saying, “Nothing much” [which is rarely the case for busy busy moi] or “Just the usual” because the person doesn’t likely need to know the ins and outs of your routine, it’s just a conversation starter.
I’ve realised my go-to conversation starter is “What’s happening?” But really, I’m interested, even at the possibility of the answer “Not much.” In our house no news is good news.
Today I’m taking a break from the usual that has been our day-to-day since what has been termed a #rainbomb hit the east coast of NSW during March… lasting 6 days, on the back of a wet summer where the ground’s saturation point was exceeded, and left a legacy of worst-ever-mouldy-house-and-contents in our experience, and necessitating the G.O. rework drainage strategies in the yard.
We’d planned to do a seasonal clean during April… as is our habit each spring and autumn. But the mould escalated it both in terms of urgency and scope; creating an opportunity in addition to washing soft furnishings, wiping hard surfaces with homemade mould cleaner [methylated spirits, clove oil, eucalyptus oil, water], scrutinising every object using a torch to illuminate the mould… to clean, sort and rearrange the contents of the entire house for the first time since we moved here five and half years ago.
The process was stressful, mindboggling and exhausting but ultimately therapeutic and rewarding; our old house loves the attention. Some rooms took four days or more counting the times I revisited missed areas or reappearances of mould; causing me to frequently question my affection for Maximalism at the same time being grateful we’re not dealing with dangerous black mould or flood mud, and manageable amount of pesky mice rather than plague… as so many are, still.
From the original plan, cleaning the rest of the kitchen and washing the outside of the house has yet to happen, however pace and intensity of work has thankfully slowed. Gradually some normalcy has returned, hence well-earned rest days, a few days out, and the garden getting long overdue post-summer tidy up and winter preparation.
Although I don’t love cleaning I enjoy the outcome… but concur with Ann Richards… “I did not want my tombstone to read, ‘She kept a really clean house.'”
For now -finally- some [albeit interrupted by everyday life] time with my computer keyboard.