Fall is finally here. The air is crisp and clean, the leaf peepers are heading north past my town, and yesterday, I caught a waft of burning wood. Fall also carries with it the second phase of household duties, fall cleaning. This year is a little more involved, because I sloughed off a couple of spring cleaning duties, and now it’s time to pay the piper. I’m in the middle of what I like to call my fall “walk through” phase. Take a walk with me while I plan my strategy.
I like to start at the top and work my way down, so let’s go upstairs. I don’t go into the sister’s room. She’s pretty testy about me invading her territory and that’s fine with me. I can cross that room off. The little guy is home sick today, so I guess I’ll cross his room off while I’m at it. I wouldn’t want to interrupt him playing his DS. My room can wait, because I gave it a good cleaning last year. Three down and I haven’t even broken a sweat.
The hallway needs a little spiffing up though. Would you look at that? I guess I forgot that my chandelier wasn’t frosted. Maybe I should leave those creepy looking spider webs where they are. Halloween will be here before I know it, and they’ll add to the décor. Okay then, further down the hall…wait…what the? For crying out loud, there’s the screen I’ve been looking for all summer, stuffed behind the bookcase. Well, I guess if I never noticed the screen all summer, no one will notice all that other stuff behind there.
I probably should take that artificial vine thingy down and give it a shower, but if I did that, I’d never get it back up in the same way. I think I could squirt it with some Windex and hope the dust will just drip off. Yeah, I’ll try that. There hasn’t been anything that dirty in my shower since the little guy sneaked in there last month.
The niece’s apartment isn’t on my list of fall cleaning areas because the last time I cleaned her joint I put stuff I didn’t think she needed in drawers and closets. She whined for months about not being able to find anything, so I told her next time she could do it herself. Like that’s going to happen.
It appears I may have whittled my upstairs work down to my bathroom, which I manage to keep pretty clean to begin with. Okay then, back downstairs we go. Watch that mailbox on the stairs. I’ve been meaning to clean that up a bit and use it as a planter, but where does the time go?
Here we are in the living room. This room looks pretty good to me. I just put up the fall decorations and I’m not moving them around again. That fall village hides the dust underneath the television and I like to spread silk leaves around to hide the rest of it. I’ll get to the living room when I take them down, before Christmas. I should really get behind the couch and see what’s lurking there, but the last time I did, I couldn’t eat for a couple of hours. Trouble loves to stash parts of his dinner there, and any Juicy Fruit gum he nabs from the kids’ back packs.
We should check out the “Bird Room” I suppose. Well, maybe not. The bird may be sleeping, and I wouldn’t want to disturb him. I imagine next year we’ll be calling that room the “Birdless Room”, unless the grandniece moves Milo the hamster in there. We put animals in there so they can have their own television room. I will say they keep it pretty clean, them being in cages and all.
The dining room is mostly in the kitchen, and I guess I could bring the chairs out on to the deck and hose them off. Naah, I might need to sit down for a bit to rest. Looking around, I really don’t see anything that needs a good scrubbing, except maybe over by the pantry. I never got to sweeping up all of the potting soil that spilled when I backed into the plant stand last month. Oh, yes, I forgot about behind the refrigerator. I’ll have to wait for some help though. The last time I dragged it out on my own, it ran over the meat thermometer that had rolled underneath it.
The bathroom/laundry room technically is the sister’s area too, so all that’s left is the down-down stairs. That’s not my responsibility, since the eldest lives there, so I guess we’re about done. Phew. Anyone who claims that this fall cleaning gig isn’t hard work sure doesn’t know what they’re talking about. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. Oh, there’s the phone. It’s the nephew. I don’t think I’ll answer this one. He’s calling to remind me it’s time to do his fall cleaning.