The way I see it, perfectionism can take one of two paths: fruitlessly working hard and long trying to achieve it or not doing anything at all because one knows perfection is impossible. I tend to follow the second path.
Being a clean person, you never have to fear eating anything I prepare. My kitchen tools and prep surfaces are at the least clean and at the most sanitized (bleach is my friend). However, clutter takes over my life.
It’s true. My house can be very messy. Especially my kitchen.
Well, The Boy now has a tutor who comes to the house and works where? In my kitchen. Needless to say they need a table to work on. I knew there was a table somewhere under all those papers, books and whatever else was piled on. Getting to it would be an effort.
There is nothing like the prospect of being humiliated to spring me to action. Wednesday saw me sorting, tossing and gasping with exertion. A perfectionist can’t just take care of the kitchen table. A perfectionist has to clean the floor, make numerous trips to the basement to add to the paper recycling, square up the countertops clean whatever else can be seen from said table. Get out the Wind*ex and make the front of the microwave, dishwasher and oven sparkle. Get the cleaning solution soaking on the stove.
Then, when you are quite exhausted and waiting for the tutor to show up, look at your calendar and realize she isn’t starting until the next day.
How was your week? Let’s feast
Invent a new flower; give it a name and describe it. I will cheat on this one because no one can top the variety of pansy my cousin S introduced me to. It is called the Jolly Joker and has two colors of petals: orange and purple. Outstanding!
Name someone whom you think has a wonderful voice. Sean Connery.
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how clean do you keep your car? This is one place I don’t allow to get messy. It is an 8 only because I am bad about washing the inside windshield.
How do you feel about poetry? Actually , in my younger days, I wrote quite a few. Now, however, except for song lyrics, Stephen Crane, Emily Dickenson and a few others, poetry pretty much bores me to tears!
What was the last person/place/thing you took a picture of? The subject is sitting on my lap as I type this entry with one hand. My Isabella.
God bless you and stay safe, g