愤怒出诗人!一点没错。看到家具上的灰尘一怒而发的这两句,足以和白居易的“野火烧不尽,春风吹又生”有一拼了。哈哈!
家务事里最最深恶痛绝的要数打扫卫生了。每每到别人家,看到家具上一尘不染,立刻会对女主人心生敬意,外加一番深深的自责和内疚。如果哪家的家具上有点积尘,便有一种彼此彼此的亲切感,当然不好意思当面告诉女主人我的这番感受。
清洁工小M说是腰疼已经几个月没来打扫卫生了。当家里木板地上和家具上那擦之不尽,掸而不绝的灰尘已经积累到“是可忍,孰不可忍”的时候,耳边就会想起了小时候的毛语录“扫帚不到,灰尘照例不会自己跑掉”。万般无奈之际只好一边拿起扫帚抹布,一边看看有那位女友有空和我电话海聊。实在没有就套上iPod耳机,一边糜靡之音,一边三心二意,有重点地在几个常活动的地方打扫。其它的象门窗了,客厅餐厅了,女儿不常住的房间了...等等,眼不见为净(out of sight, out of mind),还是等小M回来再说吧...如果她还回来的话。
近日同事发来有关打扫卫生掸灰尘的忠告。真是行行亲切,句句入耳。再看到有点落灰的家具时也能泰然自若,心里的内疚感竟然也荡然无存了。今天应该打扫卫生的,现在决定推迟到下个礼拜。用INPUTKING打字,在打入“下个礼拜”几个字的时候,刚敲出xiag几个字母inputking就自告奋勇地给我推荐了几个很贴心受用的选择,1.下岗 2.下个世纪 3.下个月 4.下工。真乃知我者inputking也。哈哈...
Dust if you must!
Remember...a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.
"A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture."
I can't tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING! I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - "in case someone came over".
Then I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!
Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the "condition" of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must....... but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake cookies or 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, 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 - you, yourself will make more dust!
Share this with all the wonderful friends in your life. I JUST DID.
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.