Last night I topped off a husbandless week by going out to Karaoke with Rachel and Aria. I drank two beers and sang a decent rendition of "Something to Talk About", cheered loud hillbilly Ya-hoo's when a group of folks I'd never seen there before chose a Red Hot Chili Peppers tune and broke out in goosebumps when Aria belted "I'm Every Woman" and some Christina Aguilera song I think was called "Impossible", hitting every note perfectly. Rachel busted out my finale (it was my finale because I left afterwards) with "Let's Hear It for the Boy".It was a good time, but the party is over.
This morning while sitting in the den, having my tea I heard a rustling of papers and looked over to see our cat Turtle making a pathetic attempt to look nonplussed after squeezing himself into his favorite napping spot. Over the course of the week I'd thoughtlessly covered it up with a pile of mail, newspapers and a pair of shoes. He laid down, draped one of his front legs across the heel of the shoe, and gave me a withering, disgusted look.
"Loud and clear, buddy" I said getting up. "I'm on it."
I've had 4 days of walking by piles of clothes and kicking off my shoes where I stand and leaving them where they lay. There are piles of unopened mail in nearly every room in my house. Even by my normal standards of bachelor living when MDH is away I've been a slob. I've hung my jackets and scarves on the treadmill instead of walking 10 feet and hanging them properly in the foyer closet and set a new roll of toilet paper 1 foot away on the side of the tub instead of simply replacing the old roll in the holder which is inches from the toilet.
I've already mentioned the fact that I have to vacuum the den. I won't take you there again.
These types of sloppiness are all simple enough to remedy, but not for me because I notice things as I straighten and end up losing focus.
As I bend over to pick up a pair of shoes from the kitchen floor I notice an errant splash of what appears to be spaghetti sauce on the baseboard under a cabinet. As I reach for the cleaner to wipe the cabinet I notice how dusty the window sill has gotten. As I lean across the sink to wipe down the window sill I notice all the crumbs that have gathered in the toaster.
The kitchen is typically the cleanest room in my house so I can already see how the rest of the day is going to pan out and now I'm irritated.
What better way to remedy irritation and make cleaning a little more tolerable than music?
So while I'm busy tidying up and going of on cleaning tangents I'll share with you some samples from what I like to call the Cleaning Playlist:
I Zimbra by Talking Heads - Who wouldn't want to scrub a toilet to this?
Blues In the Night by Artie Shaw - Just try not to to remove your rubber gloves burlesque stripper style when you listen to this. It simply cannot be done.
Rock Steady by Aretha Franklin - Changing the sheets.
Whammy Kiss by The B52's - Sorting the mail.
Beercan by Beck - A great song for gathering recylcing.
Hem of Your Garment by Cake - Helps me start the laundry and put away shoes.
Me, Myself & I by De La Soul - Windexing mirrors.
Cold Beverage by G. Love & Special Sauce - Time for a break.
Mother's Little Helper by the Rolling Stones - Still break time.
Sexbomb by Tom Jones - Swing your hips and sing into the mop handle.
"Loud and clear, buddy" I said getting up. "I'm on it."
I've had 4 days of walking by piles of clothes and kicking off my shoes where I stand and leaving them where they lay. There are piles of unopened mail in nearly every room in my house. Even by my normal standards of bachelor living when MDH is away I've been a slob. I've hung my jackets and scarves on the treadmill instead of walking 10 feet and hanging them properly in the foyer closet and set a new roll of toilet paper 1 foot away on the side of the tub instead of simply replacing the old roll in the holder which is inches from the toilet.
I've already mentioned the fact that I have to vacuum the den. I won't take you there again.
These types of sloppiness are all simple enough to remedy, but not for me because I notice things as I straighten and end up losing focus.
As I bend over to pick up a pair of shoes from the kitchen floor I notice an errant splash of what appears to be spaghetti sauce on the baseboard under a cabinet. As I reach for the cleaner to wipe the cabinet I notice how dusty the window sill has gotten. As I lean across the sink to wipe down the window sill I notice all the crumbs that have gathered in the toaster.
The kitchen is typically the cleanest room in my house so I can already see how the rest of the day is going to pan out and now I'm irritated.
What better way to remedy irritation and make cleaning a little more tolerable than music?
So while I'm busy tidying up and going of on cleaning tangents I'll share with you some samples from what I like to call the Cleaning Playlist:
I Zimbra by Talking Heads - Who wouldn't want to scrub a toilet to this?
Blues In the Night by Artie Shaw - Just try not to to remove your rubber gloves burlesque stripper style when you listen to this. It simply cannot be done.
Rock Steady by Aretha Franklin - Changing the sheets.
Whammy Kiss by The B52's - Sorting the mail.
Beercan by Beck - A great song for gathering recylcing.
Hem of Your Garment by Cake - Helps me start the laundry and put away shoes.
Me, Myself & I by De La Soul - Windexing mirrors.
Cold Beverage by G. Love & Special Sauce - Time for a break.
Mother's Little Helper by the Rolling Stones - Still break time.
Sexbomb by Tom Jones - Swing your hips and sing into the mop handle.
