My house is usually immaculately clean except for most of the time, when it isn’t. Once upon a time I was fanatical about cleaning in preparation for the afterlife. Mine. I didn’t ever want to walk out the door without having cleaned, in case it was someone else who had to come back in and deal with the madness. Kind of like: Always wear the good underwear in case you get hit by a bus. I didn’t want anyone else to have to clean up … [Read more...]
Waking Up Alive: How to eat your cake and have it too.
A piece of my house is dancing merrily down the road and I wonder if I should chase after it, but that would mean I’d have to put down the piece of cake I’m eating. There’s a certain kind of buttery icing that melts my heart, sets my teeth to tingling, and rivals sex. It tends toward the creamy side, rather than the sweet, and you just know that if a drop of it spills on your clothing it will leave a grease mark that will never come out. After … [Read more...]