Jungle Cat

Jungle Cat

Hot off the laptop! (well, not really. I finished it yesterday…)

Journaling reads: Abbey likes to come out of our bedroom and peer through the plant at the top of the ledge over the stairs. I have noticed that there is also a distinct absence of leaves at cat height, which is very suspicious.
May 2008

Products used: COL SS BWPlusPaper GeoSquares; ASO Ultimate Grunge Brushes; COL SS BWPlus Paper ScribbleCircles; SPCom Festival Scalloped Border; EHI Upatthevilla Flower Border; correensilke_csd-trim (from ScrapGirls.com, ShabbyPrincess.com, and digishoptalk.com, I think)

A Lesson in Humility:

A few weeks ago I decided to use some of my tutoring income this year towards a weekly housekeeper (since I’m not paying for Helen to go to Montessori anymore — she’s in public kindergarten and thriving). This summer both girls have been home, and our house has been under construction and Jerry and I were trading workspaces. So the house has gotten seriously out of control because I don’t want to spend every second cleaning it. Or even every other second. Or every tenth second. I hate housework more than I hate my annual gynecological exam.

So I called my friend and got the number of her housekeeper. Her housekeeper just started working full-time at a local university as a Dorm Advisor, so she doesn’t have time for another housekeeping job, but she came over to meet me anyway and figure out which one of her friends might be a good fit for me.

Several days later I got a call from Valerie, one of her friends. Valerie said she’d love to come over and meet me and see the house, and she did. During the course of our conversation it came out that she’s terrified of dogs, and rather afraid of cats, too. I agreed that I’d put the dogs out of her way when she came over (and if she took the job, they’d be shut in Jerry’s office while she was here). The cat’s won’t bother her as long as she doesn’t sit down — at which point the two downstairs cats would be trying to get some love… Tango is a Lap Fungus.

So. She came over and was really jumpy because of all of the animals, and kept saying, “Oh, my” about how “lived in” our house is. It’s mostly cluttery, but there’s a LOT of dog hair (which is why I keep destroying vacuums) and the kitchen floor needs to be mopped rather badly.

She named her price, I accepted it, and she said she’d come back the next Wednesday morning at 8:15. “It won’t be perfect the first week; it’s going to take a bit of time to get it where I’d like to see it.” No problem, since it didn’t GET this way in one day, either.

Tuesday afternoon there was a message on my answering machine: Valerie had done a lot of thinking about it and decided that this job was more than she “wanted to take on at this time.”

I was turned down by a housekeeper.

So. I’ll try again, once I’ve recovered from the humiliation.

You’d think this would inspire me to get busy cleaning up the house, but it just doesn’t. I can’t clean it as fast as the girls wreck it, so they have to be asleep or out of the house for me to clean it. And if they’re asleep or out of the house, I am NOT ABOUT TO CLEAN. So it’s a Catch-22 and it just keeps getting worse.

*sigh*

I guess I’ll call a housekeeping *company* tomorrow, since they’ll send a team of people and not be quite so overwhelming as it would be for one person…

My mother had a housekeeper that came on Tuesdays, and Vera vacuumed the areas she could reach, dusted, wiped down countertops, did the bathroom, and changed the linens. That’s what I want — I don’t want someone scrubbing behind the toilet with a toothbrush or anything… I just want the basics done so that I can attack the clutter. My mother wasn’t superhuman, and neither am I. I’ll never be remembered for my clean house, and that’s totally OK with me — if that’s what people talk about when standing around after my funeral, then I will have failed in my lifetime.

That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.

80% Albatross

The Green Albatross is 80% quilted. And then I ran out of the quilting thread. No worries, though — I have acquired another spool, so production can resume.

Photos of the finished product SHOULD be up by the Spring Equinox, if not the FIRST of March.

I told Jerry that when I finish this quilt, the dogs will be locked in the kitchen for the night, the cats will be locked in the bathroom, and we will sleep under it for one inaugural night. Then it will lie in wait until the cats die before it gets put on the bed again. Not because I’m afraid that they’ll puke on it or anything (they will, but it’s washable and dryable), but because Minuet and Abbey are getting old, and they tend to use their claws to climb up onto the bed these days — they can’t quite jump high enough to make it all the way up anymore. And if they damaged it by doing that, I’d be MOST displeased.

So. One inaugural night, and then into the cabinet it goes. I’m looking forward to sleeping under one of my quilts. My daughter has been doing that for almost 2 years (the downstairs cats don’t claw their way up onto the bed, though).

Editorial Comment

On the old carpet in the living room, it was VERY easy to find editorial comments when Tango was displeased about the state of the litterbox. Because the carpet was so light in color that the editorial comments showed up VERY well.

We matched the new carpet to the color of most of the spots on the old carpet. This is a good thing — doesn’t show much.

However, it is also a bad thing. Editorial comments have been made again. At least two. I know I found one under the piano. Cleaned it yesterday and it seems to be okay today. God love OxyClean. Cannot find the other, and I KNOW that it’s there. So I’m being forced to crawl around the living room, with my nose to the floor, trying to find the genesis. I have narrowed it to a general region, but haven’t found it yet.

Stupid freaking cat.