Have you ever seen a dust bunny as big as a mouse?
I nearly leapt onto the couch when I moved an end table while vacuuming today. The "grand-doggy" came visiting with his family last week, so there was dog hair combined with the cat hair produced by the ancient cat. Not that she willingly came out of her hideaway in the laundry room, but I think her ancient wisdom allows her to send her cat hair throughout the house even while hiding under the laundry room sink. Long-haired humans are to blame, too, I think. Six Rapunzels with our combined tresses resulted in every chair and barstool leg looking like it was wearing the sort of mittens one might buy in a boutique on a llama farm. I'll bet bald guys vacuum a lot less.
So I got out the edging tool and vacuumed under and between and behind. I took my cushions off my decrepit leather couch and got rid of all that crud, too. Honestly, I just did that three weeks or so ago, and it looked like I've been using the thing as a bird feeder. I got under the dining room table and wiped down the legs, and vacuumed the upholstery. It's clean.... but ack! to Ethan Allen furniture. I bought the couch and the dining room chairs after the divorce thinking that I should invest in some quality stuff. I recommend a bonfire upon my demise, children. Really, how is it that when you buy a "distressed" leather something it looks so vintage and cool, but when you and your pets do your own distressing, it looks like hell. And how is it that I can buy raw silk throw pillows out of a close-out bin for $5.99, and machine wash them fifty times and all they do is look so good that my couch looks even worse? Ethan, you piss me off.
So, yes, I know Obama is in Israel, and I listened to the NPR piece on annuities and a bunch of other stuff, and there are still plenty of insightful articles and commentary on the Internet about rape culture, but I cleaned my house today. I'm feeling happy and...well....as balanced as an equinox.
And here's a close-up of the plants outside my dining room window.