The Ramblings of a Mental Meanderthal

It can get too late to clean. Vacuums are loud, and apartment walls can be thin. But you can tidy around the clock! (Wheeeee.) Marie Kondo talks about tidying, and that is part of the cleaning process. What do I want to keep? What can I discard? What no longer has any use? What am I scared I'll need again someday and don't want to let go of? What we own and where we put it is tidying. But we shed skin and hair and we stomp them into the carpet, we spill and sneeze, cats track litter in between their toes, dental floss flings tooth goop onto the bathroom mirror, and soap scums up the shower. Taking care of that is cleaning. I've spent hours today gathering stuff and sitting with a recycling bin, trash can, and shred bin, and I decide what to keep-or-recycle-trash-shred. This is the verb I invented: KoRTS. I will continue to korts the bedroom until I am sleepy, but quiet hours are 9 pm to 9 am. My mess is big enough that I don't think I'll korts enough to be a

Because I'm not working and am too sick to sing, the most exciting thing in my life is that I have the spring cleaning bug. Circumstances have made it necessary, though. The toilet decided to stop working Monday night, and there was very icky stuff on the floor and in the tub by the time the plumber arrived Tuesday morning. It really wasn't that big of a mess, but the nature of the mess grossed me out. Neither Mom nor Dad was able to help, so I did a deep cleaning of the bathroom and hall yesterday. Two loads of clothes that had been touched by the yuck in the tub, so I was in the laundry room. I am easily distracted and take lots of breaks, so it took me over ten hours, start to finish. Now the bathroom is SPARKLING. I decided I might as well go all out, so I cleaned the ceiling and walls, outsides of cupboards, and got on my knees (ouch) three times to scrub the tub. The floor got mopped twice. Dad normally takes care of the dishes, trash/recycling, and his laundry. He di