Saturday, January 14, 2006


I clean house. I make the sink brilliant white. I take the stove top apart. I remove the cat litter on the bathroom floor, and I admire bright shining corners.

Most of all, I behold the wooden floor. It shines honey bright.

I do it for me – for the satisfaction and pleasure of cleanliness. Clean means I am in control of something. This is my place of relative safety.

Cleaning makes a statement of caring. I care about order and beauty. I care about my belongings. I care about my own comfort, and I love to work.