I have on socks AND a sweatshirt.
There are rain puddles, as well as leaves and acorns, on the patio.
I have closed all the windows and doors. Put the fans away.
The remains of chili and cornbread litter the kitchen counter.
I am happy.
After the horrible winter last, I vowed not to complain of summer’s heat. I made it about 6 weeks before that vow was trashed. In my defense, it was one of the hottest Junes on record. The rest of the summer didn’t relent. Oh how I have whined.
I never complain about spring or fall lest they’re too wet. I love both seasons – one for it’s advent of outdoor living; the other for domestic nesting.
Years ago I read somewhere that it’s more efficient to do heavy cleaning in the fall rather than the traditional spring cleaning. The reason centered on the fact that most of us spend a great deal of time outside in the summer and track in dirt and sand followed by pressing our sweaty bodies into the upholstery. That is certainly true of me. Couple that with window fans, a dirt road, and my general disdain for cleaning, and one might understand how flippin’ grimy my house is.
This is especially disheartening given the work I did last fall and spring to clean. Except for the kitchen, the house was cleaner than it had been since before the car accident. All summer I have tried to summon the gumption to tackle the kitchen. It’s just been too hot to attack cupboards, walls, and appliances with bleach and caustic substances. Hell, it’s been too hot to do damn near anything.
Besides the filth, there was the invasion of the spiders. An arachnophobe would need a straitjacket should he or she wander into my home. While all the varieties common to this area are represented, Daddy Longlegs have had a population explosion.
I have giant Daddy Longlegs and baby Daddy Longlegs and teenagers, old folks and middle-agers. It’s the cat’s opinion that they were imported for her amusement.
Periodically, I suck some of them into the vacuum cleaner, but my ethnic cleansing did little to stem the tide of uninvited immigration. Since they don’t bother me and they do keep the other insect population down, I adopted a principle of peaceful coexistence provided webs weren’t built in doorways. (Nobody likes a face full of spider web.)
Today would have been a good day for fall cleaning other than the fact it was a perfect day to snuggle in blankets and read a trashy novel. The day was cool and rainy; and Babette was cuddly. I should have slung bleach around, vacuumed spiders, put the summer clothes away, and so on and so forth ad nauseam infinitus. But I didn’t. And I’m not sorry.
I’ve got on socks and a sweatshirt. It’s chill in this house and I’m fixin’ to make hot chocolate. Viva la Fall.
9 thoughts on “Chili Today, Clean Tomorrow”
Don’t vacuum up the spiders or Daddy Long Legs (0r any other bug besides a stinger, a fly or a roach…maybe even some worms). Just scoop them up in a cup and toss them outdoors. 🙂
Agreed! Of course…..I am not sure I fully appreciate the level of daddy long legs mass Connie is dealing with!
I am SO into this autumn weather. I noticed the change today. In CRW, temps no higher than low 70s tomorrow, mostly mid 60s. Oh yeah…..lurve it!
I’m battling those of another variety; be damned spider mites!
What is a spider mite?
indeed! my hot-flashin’, menopausal self welcomes the cool weather. i’m pretty certain i’ll be the only one still sportin’ tank tops and shorts while everyone else dons sweaters. sucks to get old….. btw – i’ll trade you the daddy long legs for all my wolf spiders and brown widows. deal?
No deal. Right now me and my flashing self are in equilibrium – it’s cool enough inside that we’re in détente.
It is a bit cooler here, but best of all, we have been getting rain the past 2 days… so, the humidity is heavy duty even tho the temps are below 80.
We are plagued with ants… can’t seem to get rid of them. And now the crickets are coming in. The cats eat them, spit out the legs! UGH!
Well, I think it’s well and truly autumn now. I could just tap dance with joy.