Housecleaning

I'll confess up front that I am not a very good housecleaner.

I always start out strong, but then I tire of the repetition. I run out of time for deep-cleaning. I get distracted by other, more interesting chores.

And also, I have a fatalistic attitude about housecleaning: no matter how much I clean, it is never enough.

I've lost count of the number of times that I have diligently cleaned house for company, welcomed them into my home, and then as we sit talking see a cobweb some where in plain view. It has happened so often now that I expect to see some obvious sign of dirt when there are guests in my house.

Not long ago it happened again. I welcomed a small group of very nice people to my home. We had dinner and then moved to the living room to converse. Yep, you guessed it, a glob of fuzz was perched precariously on the ceiling fan blade. I totally lost track of the conversation as I expected the offending dirtball to dislodge and float down onto someone's face.

I wonder sometimes if the cobwebs and fuzzballs don't hide during my housecleaning and emerge stealthily when the company arrives. It sounds like a paranoid delusion, but it just might be true.