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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I Whine of Housework
Housework irritates me.I love having a fresh, clean, tidy house but I hate getting there.I am smugly pleased when it is finished, but I loath doing it.
Avoiding it doesn’t help.The dust balls gather into tumbleweeds, get together with the loose cat hair and breed.They twist and plait themselves into substantial dust-fur-spheres, then roll around searching out other bits of debris and dust lurking under the furniture… calling, Come join us!
Embarrassing, if ever someone comes to the door.Doorbell rings!I answer!The sucking air motions made by opening the door mysteriously draw and attract the scuttling accumulations of dust-fur-globes.There we all are: three cats, me, and myriad enormous dust-fur-balls milling around a visitor who pretends not to notice.Embarrassing, but when that happens, it really is time to clean.
Avoiding cleaning doesn’t help for another reason. I am highly allergic to house dust.If I allow the cleaning to go unattended, distressing respiratory problems arise.I sneeze repeatedly, hard uncontrollable sneezes, the kind that threaten damage to my ribs.My eyes stream water, my sinuses swell. I can’t breathe.
Housework irritates me; not doing housework irritates me, too!
Can writing this blog-entry be construed as avoidance of the dreaded housework?Maybe, perhaps.Must go, must clean, must vacuum, must dust, must dust, must dust…