Today is all about doing what I should have done almost a month ago - clean the basement. Why a month ago? Dec. 27 was the last day my cat, Simba, used it as a litter box.
Simba was only 3 months shy of 18 when I chose to end her life. She was diagnosed in November with the first stages of kidney disease and a few weeks later, after noticing she was peeing enough to fill a kiddie pool, the vet determined she had diabetes.
I made the decision to put her down instead of allowing our relationship to degrade into one that featured two needle sessions per day and lots of mopping and paper towels.
I am struggling with that decision which is why, in part, I've avoided the basement. That was her domain. I only ventured there for laundry and cleaning up after her. Which I did for the last time that day.
But enough of that. Still not ready to delve into that emotional mess.
The other part of basement avoidance is honestly I am not into cleaning. Everyone who know me knows I despise vacuuming. Loathe it. Hate it. And not far behind that aversion is mopping.
I suppose it's the repetition of the back and forth scrub that is boring to me. I don't know.
But the basement was finally on today's agenda. Of course three hours in and I still haven't mopped. Instead I've organized the desk, de-iTuned an old PC and culled thru the lockbox to throw away old mortgage papers and tax documents. Note: in 1993 my W-2 showed an income of $10K. Man I was rollin' in the dough.
And now I've poured a cocktail and really think it would be best for everyone if I just mopped tomorrow. The sun is almost set; I believe there is a city ordinance about housework after sundown.
Or there should be.
Cheers
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