My daughter will tell you the very last thing I like to do is housework. So when faced with a free weekend (except for the school volunteer work) before guests arrived, you knew I should be cleaning. So my natural instinct was to go outside and weed some flower beds. This little project took me five hours - all the weeds are gone, the recylcing will pick up those four bagsful on Thursday, and mulch is laid down for the Fall.
So how much house keeping got done? Zero. I figured I still had four days until Friday. It is now Tuesday, and I have this great urge to work on my current quilt, delaying yet again the required preparation for company. Such is my life governed by my daughter's observations.
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