This morning was a revelation in its own way. I got up early to enjoy the first rays of the sun. My Keurig was making its fussing sounds as it prepared a nice mug of choice coffee for me. A perfect day had started, and, smug as it may seem, I felt I'd earned it.
The sun rays crept gently ever longer through the Venetian blinds. It was then the first clutch of horror tore at my hour of peace. Remember that movie, The Shining? Well, this shining exposed my lack of adequate housekeeping big time. All kinds of debris suddenly and mercilessly glowed with a life of their own from the hardwood floors.
Surely that much dust couldn't accumulate in four days? How could it? I mean, this is winter...not much dust floating about.
A closer look revealed yet another aspect of the dirt that had sneakily entered the house. Dust bunnies! Such a cute name for the dread of all housekeepers. As I looked, more of them became evident. Sure, these were all juveniles, not the super bunnies that develop under places when left undisturbed. But still...we’re talking about four days worth...am I supposed to vacuum and mop more often than that? ‘Cause if so, let me tell you right now, that’s just not fair!
But now I pulled out the Dyson stick vac from its usual resting and recuperating place on the wall, and savagely hunted, sucking up every bit of offending dust I could track in ten minutes. (That's when the Dyson runs out of juice.) The regularly beaten path looked acceptable, even in those illuminating rays of the sun. The rest would have to wait for its allotted schedule.
My coffee was waiting for me. The half and half cream in it had risen to the top, and made a central, grayish puddle at the top. It needed to be heated. Have you noticed how it never tastes quite the same when you reheat it?
But then I walked into the sunroom. It was filled with light and plants; a table for an early morning coffee, and the view of the beautiful ocean. It's a strange thing...when I'm there, if there are any dust bunnies, they're absolutely unnoticeable!