Company’s coming.
I remember reading a funny essay once by Anna Quindlen on “putting up a good front” the way women do. My mom called it “a lick and a promise,” and as a kid I always wondered who was being promised what. Now, of course, I know full well that it’s promising oneself to do a better job later even when the pressure’s off.
My daughter, on the other hand, wanted to put on a good back: the laundry room, the bathroom, the back areas of the house. So while I was at the doctor’s, she spread everything out of there into the living and family rooms and started sorting. Old towels and sheets vs newer, etc etc., what ought to be tossed, and do we need the XL twin sheets now that the XL twin bed is gone?
All that needed to happen, but, timing, child…
She was working where I had planned to be cleaning. Well, but that stuff did need to be done too, true.
Mom, what do you want to do with this?
Huh! I thought I’d given all of that rambouillet fleece I’d had carded and combed to the local Boy Scouts for stuffing in their shoes during long hikes–the mill had totally botched it. My fine wool had come back with neps and pills and spinning-wise, it was just a mess, but the Boy Scouts were ecstatic.
There were two bags of it? I still have one? I do? Anyone planning a long hike? Looking at the amount left, we’re talking Grand Canyon here.
Although I knew better than to take a picture of the living room mid-day to prove it.