Fall Cleanse

Do you ever get totally possessed and start cleaning like a mad woman? (Or mad man, but let's be serious, I don't think that typically happens to the gents.) Most of the time, I do little day-to-day type cleaning - wipe the counters, run the dishwasher, and shred those g.d. credit card offers that come every day.

But then, once in a while, I just decide that everything is disgusting and disorderly and must be cleansed right NOW! It is usually best when this mood strikes me when I'm home by myself. Because - full disclosure - I can be kind of a b-i-t-c-h when I'm cleaning. (My friend Christie's sister, Jamie, used to always spell out that word and every time I hear it, I think of her.)

This mood struck the other day (and, yes, I was home alone). I looked into the laundry room black hole, and I started pulling down bins and dumped out all the towels, tableclothes and cloth napkins and re-folded them, so everything wasn't overflowing out of the bins in a disorganized fashion.

I went from there to the bedroom closet and pulled out the flannel sheets that are entirely too hot and put them in a bag to go up to my Mom's (I always take stuff to her house and if she doesn't want it, then it goes to the Goodwill). Then I organized my scarf drawer.

Then I went back to the laundry room and go out all the deck cleaning supplies and started washing down the deck. Then I decided the vacuum the whole condo and clean the bathroom. I was the Merry Maid Tasmanian Devil.

It was a whirlwind, but I felt an indescribable calm when I was finished. And now I can get back to loafing and watching "Lockdown", which is my new favorite show. Not only is the condo all clean, but I am also not incarcerated. Life is good.