Ghosts of Christmas Past
In a recent attempt to fight back the encroaching filth in our house, I was energetically dusting–not only the obvious surfaces, but down low and up high, too. I whipped my cloth across a high-up nook and dried pine needles rained down. I gave it another swipe, and more needles came down. I was surprised; my husband and I have lived in the house since 2004, and have never had a live Christmas tree or greens in the house. This detritus must have been from the previous owners, so the dried needles were at least five years old. I shudder to think what other “surprises” lurk in the house, waiting to mock my ever-more-lax cleaning standards.
January 9th, 2009 at 5:17 pm
In this case ignorance might be bliss! Didn’t you feel better before you found the dead flora?
January 12th, 2009 at 4:44 pm
This is why the best thing I spend money on is someone to help me clean my apartment — without her help, I guarantee that I would be finding surprises from the 150 years my building has been in existence.