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I'm not a very good housekeeper at the best of times. Depressed, I'm worse. I'm worse still when I'm not well.
Even though the War on Rats is not over -- and I haven't had Zack clean out the vacuum cleaner for me, so there's still rat cells in the house -- I can feel a tremendous difference. This week I actually have no work, and I have no interviews yet from any of the jobs I applied to last week, and my searches have only turned up one job to apply to this week, so I am moving on from the War on Rats to battling the accumulated dust and filth in the house. Much of it is much worse than I imagined because I've been determinedly not looking at it, but some is not as bad as I thought. I've cleaned the furnace air return filter, which I normally do monthly, but lately have been doing every three months: the computer's insides, which I last cleaned just before I went to Prague: many corners of the living room and "library" (computer/books/comics room between the kitchen and the stairs): and I washed Truffle and Loki, but not the extra dog, who is kind of large for me to haul her around and put her in the tub.
This is mostly running around with the vacuum cleaner, the duster, many towels and various cleaners, but of course it also involves the gas duster (canned air). I use it quite generously for those teeny corners and the keyboard and the insides of the computer, of course. I've decided that it is a justifiable expense. I wish someone would make a version that compresses air as you go, like those old-fashioned seltzer bottles. But that's not because of the expense, it's because I'm squeamish about producing more trash.
So, anyway, I have a little headache from the dust but nothing like how sick I've gotten in the past when I attempted this sort of thing.
The dogs, by the way, get very excited when I vacuum. I can't tell if they are angry, afraid, or happy. They bark a lot and the extra dog keeps leaping at the end of the vacuum hose and maybe trying to bite it? That's what she does with water from a hose, also.
Yesterday I took them to Frederick Street Park and I finally figured out that that stuff in the baby oak tree by the benches is in fact a bunch of communal dog toys, so I through the tennis balls and frisbee for the dogs for almost an hour and afterwards the extra dog would hardly stand for anything. She has some arthritis, which is why I feel badly about her gaining some weight at the beginning of the summer. We are all working on losing a little now.
Even though the War on Rats is not over -- and I haven't had Zack clean out the vacuum cleaner for me, so there's still rat cells in the house -- I can feel a tremendous difference. This week I actually have no work, and I have no interviews yet from any of the jobs I applied to last week, and my searches have only turned up one job to apply to this week, so I am moving on from the War on Rats to battling the accumulated dust and filth in the house. Much of it is much worse than I imagined because I've been determinedly not looking at it, but some is not as bad as I thought. I've cleaned the furnace air return filter, which I normally do monthly, but lately have been doing every three months: the computer's insides, which I last cleaned just before I went to Prague: many corners of the living room and "library" (computer/books/comics room between the kitchen and the stairs): and I washed Truffle and Loki, but not the extra dog, who is kind of large for me to haul her around and put her in the tub.
This is mostly running around with the vacuum cleaner, the duster, many towels and various cleaners, but of course it also involves the gas duster (canned air). I use it quite generously for those teeny corners and the keyboard and the insides of the computer, of course. I've decided that it is a justifiable expense. I wish someone would make a version that compresses air as you go, like those old-fashioned seltzer bottles. But that's not because of the expense, it's because I'm squeamish about producing more trash.
So, anyway, I have a little headache from the dust but nothing like how sick I've gotten in the past when I attempted this sort of thing.
The dogs, by the way, get very excited when I vacuum. I can't tell if they are angry, afraid, or happy. They bark a lot and the extra dog keeps leaping at the end of the vacuum hose and maybe trying to bite it? That's what she does with water from a hose, also.
Yesterday I took them to Frederick Street Park and I finally figured out that that stuff in the baby oak tree by the benches is in fact a bunch of communal dog toys, so I through the tennis balls and frisbee for the dogs for almost an hour and afterwards the extra dog would hardly stand for anything. She has some arthritis, which is why I feel badly about her gaining some weight at the beginning of the summer. We are all working on losing a little now.
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