Nothing Says Love Like a Bag of Lindt Truffles

And my parents do know how to show their love. Thanks Mom and Dad!

So- now the spring cleaning marathon has begun. The boys are with their father for the week, so it's fairly safe to assume that any cleaning I do will actually stay done for at least 5 days.

Oh Joy.

If there are any positives to be found in my divorce and the complete separation of the two family units, that would be the one. When the boys are away, the house stays clean for the duration. Find your happies wherever you are able.


As I said, the spring cleaning marathon has begun, though I find it hard to keep myself going for more than a half hour or so at a time. What I really want to do is sit down at the computer and surf. Or read. Or fiddle with the camera. There are infinite choices of things I'd rather do, but none of those choices will get my house cleaned up. So far I've washed and waxed a couple of floors, gotten the laundry done, started on the blankets, and made a dent on Mount Recycling. Not bad for a start. My plan is to do a bit each day.

The folks and I have had a meeting of the mindless and we've kind of all decided that my present house will be a permanent fixture and therefore will need some serious TLC. I live in a (oh, how I hate the word) trailer. I prefer the term 'Mobile Home' which doesn't conjure the mental image of an Earl-esque trailer park. Oh, what would Jimmy Buffett say?


Excuse me while I dream of tropical islands for a bit...