This is yesterday’s news, so to speak, so the wind has sort of gone out of the sail… …all the same, the kindly tech support guy, Jacob, knower of all things, has re-propagated file permissions so I can now upload photos again. I am pleased.
I have been toying with the idea of hiring a house cleaner. Eeegads, is that frivolous or what? The thing is, there are times when I enjoy a mad house-cleaning frenzy, but those times are few and far between. During the far between times, I often lack the oomph and wherewithal to commence the scouring of basins, tubs, and tiles, or to even bother with the vacuum. I know. I’m so lame that way. I heard recently that something on the order of 60% of women (or more) vacuum every day. I am N.O.T. in that class of women. Every day! Imagine it. The Kirby man would probably like that, because my vacuum cleaner might wear out sooner than 50 years.
This was one of those weekends in which I took a moment to sit in a corner chair to enjoy a soothing Saturday morning cappuccino. No sooner than settling in to my comfy chair did the splatters and stains and particles of things otherwise unknown in and on the carpet and flooring as far as the eye could see –and from that corner vantage, I could survey quite a lot– invade and overpower my sense of vision such that there was nothing to do but surrender. I glanced at the clock, noted the time, and commenced the frenzy. I’ve been thinking that if I were to hire a house cleaner, I would probably like a 3-hr service, twice a month. Surely the house would sparkle after three hours of cleaning. So, after three hours, what did I have to show? Three sparkling bathrooms (2-1/2 actually), a clean kitchen, dusted surfaces, mopped floors, and steam cleaned carpets (main floor only). Woot! I think I ran 16 loads of water through my trusty Bissell. Mercy, some of the high traffic areas yielded some frightening spoils. I managed to drop and spill one entire load of soiled water all over myself and the bathroom floor, but I didn’t let it stop me (although I might possibly have cursed just a little).
The reward? The beauty of clean carpet streaks. And I imagine that a house cleaner should be able to very thoroughly clean the house, both upstairs and down, in three hours. Because the carpet cleaning was the time consuming part, and that wouldn’t be included in a normal cleaning service.
After the frenzy, I prepared a lunch for my growing boy and decided to make use of some aging bananas. There is quite a collection of brown skinned bananas accumulating in the freezer, and rather than add to it, I decided to make some muffins. Bran, whole wheat, carrots, bananas, raisins, applesauce, cinnamon, and walnuts. No sugar added (what with all the natural sugar in the applesauce, bananas, carrots and raisins). No added fat either. I decided to skip the butter and see what happens. Rock muffins, my husband calls them. I sprinkled some granola on the tops before baking, and I think they turned out quite nice.
In fact, moist after all.
And not long for this world.
The little man liked them too!
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