Ugh. We've been cleaning all day, the girls and I, and managed a trip to Target for cleaning supplies. This house is filthy. Absolutely filthy. They have cats and everything that touches the floor is covered in cat hair. There does not seem to be a working vacuum cleaner. It is so utterly beautiful outside, with sporadic rainstorms and sunshines, and the pale green leaves, and the tits and cardinals that come to feed. I feel like an ungrateful brat complaining about cleaning but we are paying for this house... I'm sure that people who don't have dogs think my house is full of dog hair. Of course, I don't notice it. The girls are being brilliant and helpful and jolly about everything. I'm off to TJ's in Danbury, CT.... the house is very pretty and has been decorated with flowers and Buddhas and pretty candles...the people who live here must be very lovely. Masses of books on Tibet, and Buddhism & mindfulness. I said to Minks as we were scrubbing the kitchen table, "I know I'm being awfully judgmental and we really shouldn't be. It's wrong of me. These people have different priorities in life. They are kind and spiritual and I am bourgeois and a clean freak." She laughed and nodded her head, knowingly. They are making the most of it. They are lovely and refreshing, these girls. I don't know where everyone will stay. I can't figure out to calculate four bedrooms. One is a child's bedroom with a cot.
But the cleaning lady will come tomorrow and she says that she will bring a vacuum. I have done about five loads of laundry, towels and sheets, and I must remember to look outwards, towards the waterfall, not inwards towards my pernickety heart.
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