The reflection on the floor is a good sign. That part of the floor has been mopped five times. That we’ve born down through four layers of filth is a testament to the superiority of my floor cleaning appatati & vinegar. When all is said & done, I’ll probably give it one last pass on my hands and knees. I understand that the new tenant will not know of, or appreciate my efforts. That’s not the point. It’s a Pride in Drudge Work Thing.
(No offense, Daughter C. You have many talents. Keeping floors clean is, unfortunately, not among them.)
The little leather loveseat I picked up at Palmer Home for $50. It was in good shape until I searched between the cushions. I’ve never see so many abandoned hairpins. Vacuum.
I think I’ll put some of Daughter C’s art on top of the shelves.
TTYL. I’m beat.