Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Another day, another closet organized!  Since I have a old house, there are hardly any closets left.  Still, it feels good to really be doing a spring cleaning.  After all, we've all become obcessed with wipes, clorox, lysol, and other tools of the pandemic.  I've never cleaned so much since I was 19 years old and my husband and I were the housekeeper and gardener for a huge estate.  My job entailed 14 enormous rooms and 7 bathrooms.  The kitchen was a cooking room, a pantry, and a breakfast area, which my Junior League born rich boss insisted had to be spic and span, meaning on my hands and knees to polish the floors.  The library had a huge fireplace with sofas on either side, dark wood shelves, and as I vacuumed I dreamed I was Jane Eyre at Mr. Rodchester's estate.  I was a hard worker, but all the cleaning urges dissolved after a few months of that job.  I've been a reluctant housekeeper ever since.  I have attempted to be a pick-er-upper instead.  I put things away, make the bed every morning, do the dishes, and hang up my clothes.  That makes it seem everything is neat and tidy.  Or so I like to think.  But now I have visions of tiny virus menaces lurking everywhere, standing between me and my health.  So my casual reading these days is often about how to clean, and with what products.  Fascinating!