NewMexiKen posted this here a year ago. I publish it again today in hopes of embarrassing myself into actually calling a maid service, as if that would be so hard. The same cobwebs are still in place.
It’s just that I’ve reached a point in life where I find engaging most people or companies to do something causes more grief than satisfaction — witness an unexpected charge for my DirecTV installation, the wrong package on the plan, and a phone line I don’t want. And that’s just this week.
Wow, this house has more spiderwebs than Peter Parker’s bedroom. I just pulled one down (highlighted by the early morning sun) that could have trapped small mammals. Kind of pretty; maybe I should have left it until Halloween and just back lit it with a candle.
NewMexiKen used to have a house cleaner but she mostly just relocated all the stuff on shelves and tables so that it took me (not that I’m anal) almost as long to realign everything as it would have to clean myself.
Alas, but I don’t clean myself. I mean the place is tidy; no dishes in the sink, counters shiny, no papers on the floor, bed usually made, trash always out to the curb early Wednesday.
I just don’t dust, mop or vacuum much. Spiders like that in a housekeeper.