Blurred Visions
Blurred visions
When I was in school we had a lesson in English where the author talks about kinds of dust and dirt one has to live amidst... He categorised it into two mainly, the powdery kind of dirt and the greyish black fluffy, woolly kind like some bits of an old blanket that had been over chewed and flicked away... I must have liked the lesson a lot then because I still remember this. But whatever then caught my attention then, today I definitely have a great deal of admiration for the author for his eye for detail, which I believe is so rare. I say this because while I seem to have a microscopic vision of all kinds of dirt, the rest of my family is mostly vision impaired on that aspect.
Somedays all I can see is dust and grime wherever I look inside the house.. The window nets are hazy with dust, the window sills are layered with it, the show stands are all thickly blanketed with dust. The two bathrooms are all shades of yellow to dark brown (their color scheme is green and cream respectively) ,the pipes and other fittings have lost their steely shine and look dull like a foggy morning and the floors are all layered with a mixture of the multiple ingredients that we call dirt. And all the curtains in the house need thorough washing.
White tiles for a major part of the home flooring including the sit out where our doggy spends the most part of his day was definitely not my idea, I tell my husband and then I look at him and ask.. "Isn't the house a mess today"? I ask this question atleast twice a week and his reaction is always the same.. Oh it's ok, it's not so bad, he says. The bathrooms are like public toilets I say, and he has been listening to this statement atleast a few hundred times before and so he just pretends not to have heard..
It really is a wonder how some people can be so immune to dirt like my husband and daughter.. They just carry on with their day's routine contentedly while my blood pressure is shooting up by the passing minute, just looking, and I have to immediately start off like scrubbing, sweeping, mopping, washing, wiping, swiping and everything else that can be used to describe putting the home back to a certain level of neatness..
Like today, I have laboured on for God knows how many hours and my home is neat and smelling wonderful.. (thanks to the jasmine scented floor cleaner I bought after much thought) and my bathrooms are sparkling clean and smell all lemony. I still have the curtains, but I shall do it tomorrow, I silently promise myself.
I am comparatively relaxed now and reading the days newspaper. But I dare not make the mistake of asking my family how the home looks... they would not have noticed the difference..!!
Blurred visions
When I was in school we had a lesson in English where the author talks about kinds of dust and dirt one has to live amidst... He categorised it into two mainly, the powdery kind of dirt and the greyish black fluffy, woolly kind like some bits of an old blanket that had been over chewed and flicked away... I must have liked the lesson a lot then because I still remember this. But whatever then caught my attention then, today I definitely have a great deal of admiration for the author for his eye for detail, which I believe is so rare. I say this because while I seem to have a microscopic vision of all kinds of dirt, the rest of my family is mostly vision impaired on that aspect.
Somedays all I can see is dust and grime wherever I look inside the house.. The window nets are hazy with dust, the window sills are layered with it, the show stands are all thickly blanketed with dust. The two bathrooms are all shades of yellow to dark brown (their color scheme is green and cream respectively) ,the pipes and other fittings have lost their steely shine and look dull like a foggy morning and the floors are all layered with a mixture of the multiple ingredients that we call dirt. And all the curtains in the house need thorough washing.
White tiles for a major part of the home flooring including the sit out where our doggy spends the most part of his day was definitely not my idea, I tell my husband and then I look at him and ask.. "Isn't the house a mess today"? I ask this question atleast twice a week and his reaction is always the same.. Oh it's ok, it's not so bad, he says. The bathrooms are like public toilets I say, and he has been listening to this statement atleast a few hundred times before and so he just pretends not to have heard..
It really is a wonder how some people can be so immune to dirt like my husband and daughter.. They just carry on with their day's routine contentedly while my blood pressure is shooting up by the passing minute, just looking, and I have to immediately start off like scrubbing, sweeping, mopping, washing, wiping, swiping and everything else that can be used to describe putting the home back to a certain level of neatness..
Like today, I have laboured on for God knows how many hours and my home is neat and smelling wonderful.. (thanks to the jasmine scented floor cleaner I bought after much thought) and my bathrooms are sparkling clean and smell all lemony. I still have the curtains, but I shall do it tomorrow, I silently promise myself.
I am comparatively relaxed now and reading the days newspaper. But I dare not make the mistake of asking my family how the home looks... they would not have noticed the difference..!!
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