
Duh.
Our house is entirely hardwood flooring save for the bathroom tile. C vaccums it and then I damp mop with peppermint castile soap (or once in a while Murphys Oil soap).
We use rags for mopping and I just need a mop like a Swiffer to push the damp rags around. Sometimes I use a little too much force and eventually the mop breaks.
This happened a few months back later in the evening and C very kindly went to the store a block away to get another so we could finish cleaning.
I didn't want to sound ungrateful but the mop was the flimsiest cheapest thing EVER. You really have to choke low on the handle for max effects and it really tweaks your back. I didn't want to replace it til it broke. I did once mention my frustration with it but that was it.
Yesterday C had the day off and he did all the cleaning on the two main levels. This was his first experience with the wicked back torturing mop.
When I got home I realized it was in two pieces. (It snapped back together).
And last night as I was slowly drifting off to sleep I hear C whisper, "You're right, that mop is junk."
Have some housekeeping this morning. Going to the museum of industry this afternoon to see an exhibit about the history of the GM plant in Baltimore. Maybe will hit Ft McHenry for some pics. Quiet evening hopefully and brunch with friends tomorrow. No work this weekend I hope (tho I prob should).
When I asked him about it he said he was on the phone and he had been putting the glass on his palm and came up with the idea.
I asked him how he would like to mount it. He brushed it off. I am undeterred. It will be mounted.
This is beautiful. Leave it to a scientist to create something so elemental, practical, beautiful, and just a little mysterious and chilling.
I think C, like most of us, have many extraordinary talents that are just waiting to be discovered, nurtured, encouraged, revealed.
In creating something, you offer up a bit of yourself - or a lot. When you chose to share it, you are by extension offering yourself up for an unknown response/reaction. If your art is not well received, you might feel rejection and insecurity on a visceral level.
We must not be afraid of this. We should embrace criticism. We should believe in ourselves and our art. . .Know that no matter how scary it might seem to offer all you have - in art, life, love, whatever you're passionate about - the scarier, less fulfilling scenario is to hold back, pull back, be reserved, lament, and regret.
Tomorrow is fast approaching. Will you be more honest and more fearless?
I know I will try.
Rip off that rear-view mirror and NOW live, give, forgive, believe, laugh, love.
I'm tired and this week feels as if it's dragging on and on and on. But At least I still got to appreciate the sunset - even if it was the lazy way!
Everything Home Economics NEVER taught you. . .and other relatively useless, yet riveting randomness. . .