Monday, December 31, 2012
I was never very graceful ANYWAY. My art form was VISUAL, not dance, and so I have spent hours SITTING to do my craft. And after (mumble) years of this sedentary behavior, well...the joints are not too keen on me doing anything that requires flexibility. Oh, I actually used to be able to sit comfortably on the floor for hours, and even could make my toes touch my nose. But those days have gone the way of all flesh. Now for me it is a major accomplishment to lower myself into the tub (I usually shower, but a nice long soak in scented bathsalts is such a treat!) - and THEN to get OUT again. I can still do it without assistance, though, thank God.
Well, it's New Year's Eve day, and my daughter (Raptormelon) and I want to have the house all clean for the new year. We do sweep and mop weekly of course (more frequently as necessary, especially in the summer when kids and dogs are tracking stuff in) - but every so often - such as New Year's Eve day - I clean the bathroom floor the old fashioned way. I gingerly lower myself, and amid much huffing and puffing, I scrub and wash and dry the floor - especially the horror around the toilet.
The nice thing is, I can look at it as an opportunity to stretch some muscles and change my workout a bit. "Heavy Housework..." well, I think I, myself, am what's heavy, but still, it does require more oomph. It took me 40 minutes from start to finish...and I give myself credit for 15, since some of that time is just shuffling on my butt to the next patch of floor.
I probably won't tackle it again in this manner until the evening before I have the pastors over to dinner!