With the holidays approaching, I have been wearing myself out getting the house clean so I can spend next week getting dinner prepared.
You know the routine – you get everything spiffy clean so everyone will think you live that way all year long. I always give myself away by finally remembering to dust the dining room chandelier after the table’s been set! (Hopefully my guests think that dust is some secret herb.)
My friend, Pat, sent me a memo this morning which has me rethinking the whole “clean house” thing.
After all, a layer of dust can protect the wood beneath it. And, a house becomes a home when you can write ‘I love you’ on the furniture!
Here’s what she wrote:
“I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect – in case someone dropped by. Finally I realized one day that no one came by because they were all out living life and having fun.
Now, when people visit, I don’t have to explain the condition of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I’ve been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake cookies or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time…with wine to drink , rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it’s not kind… and when you go, and you must, you, yourself will just make more dust. “
Hmmm. I’ll ponder this new twist on homemaking today.