Since the weather has been so nice the past few days, I've been walking around the block for my morning exercise rather than climbing on the treadmill or pumping the elliptical. It's been a feast for my senses as I walk along the trail that parallels the stream. Again, the sounds of the wildlife, the feel of the cool air against my skin, catching a glimpse of squirrels and geese, and smelling the freshness of the world. My walk has definitely been more than physically rejuvenating.
I decided to open all the windows and let the house air out. But as I opened the blinds, dust flew everywhere and naturally I started sneezing. I spent the next two days cleaning blinds and windows-and that's just on the main floor. So now everyone is asking me if it's spring cleaning time. No! It's not. Cleaning doesn't thrill me in the least. Spring cleaning is one of the dreaded times of year. But once my windows were clean, the thought of all the dust and dirt in my carpets made my skin crawl. So in the next day or two I plan to get them cleaned. My list of chores around the house suddenly grew three times its size. But it's not spring cleaning. It just happens to be spring (yea!) and I'm cleaning.
On my list to do today is to bottle the two turkeys I baked yesterday and Garrett so graciously de-boned for me, fold the four loads of laundry that I washed on Monday, wash the last two windows on the main floor--being the ones in the office, plan a menu using only food storage, and go to a friend's oven demonstration for lunch. Yet here I sit trying to convince myself to get up and get to work. My legs are still tired from my walk.
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