Thoughts on Housekeeping
A house becomes a home when you can write “I love you on the furniture.”
I can’t tell you how many countless hours I have spent cleaning—at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were perfect—”in case someone came over”. Then I realized one day that no one ever came over; they were all out living life and having fun! So ……
Dust If You Must
by Rose Milligan
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)