Black Feet

i've never been a *clean* freak, although i do like things fairly neat and uncluttered. ok, my office is a mess but i really can tell you exactly what is in every pile on my desk. housework has never been my forte (with the exception of cooking and doing laundry), and i'd fail the white glove test miserably. at the old house i went so far as to have someone come in every two weeks for half day and really clean the place.

well...THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

in the place we are staying, the owners ripped out the old carpet (filthy beyond belief) and now it is all hardwood floors (except for two rooms still carpeted). during the course of the move i spent some time on my hands and knees messing with computer stuff. by that evening i noticed that my knees were black with filth. EWWWWWWWW.... then i looked at the bottom of my feet...and they too were black. double EWWWWWWWWWW.

since i don't own a mop, i grabbed a rag and bottle of pine sol and began scrubbing away. next day i bought a mop and scrubbed some more. that night i looked at the bottom of my socks...and they were STILL black. so, i went out a bought a Swiffer. and i swiffed...and swiffed...and swiffed some more. i'm making progress, the feet are now a light brown.

this move is bringing out all sorts of stuff in me. i'm actually cleaning house and kind of enjoying it. on sunday i was able to figure out the wiring schematic for the new thermostat we put in since i broke the old one moving a mattress. i successfully hooked up all the various boxes and components to the satellite box. dare i say i'm having fun?

demolition on the old place begins on monday the 25th.