The new furnace involved a certain amount of men in work boots tromping from the outside into the furnace room, back and forth for two days. On Saturday morning I decided that the hallway carpet needed a shampoo. I threw in a load of laundry while I was doing that.
Then I decided to wash the windows in the French doors that lead out to the deck. But, ick, the paint on the outside was peeling and dirty. I ended up taking the doors apart and painting them.
There had been a bit of rain this past week. The grass was high. I got out the weed whacker and trimmed all around. I was going to wait for my son to maybe mow on Sunday, but you never know how the weather will cooperate with plans like that so I started up the lawn tractor and mowed the lawn myself. Then of course there was the raking and sweeping to finish off that project.
When I took this picture out of the front window, I noticed just how totally filthy that window was. The house faces a fairly busy road and tends to catch the road dust. So I ended up washing that window as well. It's quite an operation since it is raised ranch level.
After an exercise walk, I decided to make some supper. I dropped a piece of chopped broccoli on the floor and nearly had a heart attack when I noticed how dirty the kitchen floor was. Good grief. Well, Monday is clean the kitchen day, but this could not wait past Sunday morning. So Sunday morning found me on my hands and knees with a pail of hot water and a scrub brush, a strange version of church.
I was going to go to a yoga class, but I sat down to read for half an hour first--fell asleep and missed it. I called it an extended shavasana--dead body pose.