I avoid getting up for a while, not anxious at all to face the cleaning task at hand. I make myself a deal that I will get the bathroom done, take a shower, and then see how the rest of the day goes. I dig the coffee pot out of my suitcase, find the coffee, and get that going while I cover the shower floor with a thick layer of Soft Scrub with bleach, thinking there isn’t enough bleach in the world for this place. Once the coffee is in me life is looking up, and I fly through the place like a mad woman on a cleaning mission. I clean and clean and clean until midnight! And everything is done but the extra back bedroom. I hauled furniture, trash, rearranged, and decorated like my life depended on it. Those HGTV hosts have nothin’ on me! One of my best purchases – my Bissell Steam Mop. That little thing did an amazing job on the mud-coated floors (a mix of vinyl and laminate).
I’m just settling into my fully-made, cozy bed when sirens
start going off! I’m like Mrs. Krachett
from Bewitched running to the windows to see what’s going on. I hear someone on a bull horn (but can’t tell
what they’re saying), people yelling, and four-wheelers running all over. Should I evacuate, running out in the
mud-covered streets in my pink polka-dot pajamas? Should I hide in a back closet?? Just as soon as it begins, it ends, and I am
able to go to bed. [I find out later
that that is the curfew siren, and the Village Public Safety Officer on his
four-wheeler herding all the kids into their homes at midnight, which will
occur every night until school starts when the time changes from midnight to
nine.]
favorite line from this post: "I dig the coffee pot out of my suitcase"
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