I remember Ann Landers having a poem called A Little Later Son - about a mother looking back with sadness about all the time she wasted doing exactly that… cleaning, dusting, laundry… not playing with her boy. He grew up and had little time for her. What goes around, comes around.
Great poem - and post. Have a Happy Easter, Ruth… to you and yours I send smiles. xxoo
Neat poem. I am not a clean freak by any means but my wife on the other hand... I am just like that poem. There is too much out there to worry about the little things.
My mom would have a heart attack if she read this. She's a dusting fiend... which is probably why I hate it so much. I don't even own a duster. Sign me up for any of those other activities that is NOT dusting!
ABFTS, I think that's partly why my MIL doesn't come in my house more often. If she has a day at home, she cleans the house. I am not a slob, but I don't meet her standards. I have only ever seen a duster on TV.
There are other things that take up as much time as dusting and they should be eliminated. lol
ReplyDeleteManzanita, you got that right,
DeleteAnd when I turn to dust I'll make people choke on me, just a little bit lol so much more to do at ones zoo
ReplyDeleteLet 'em make their own hairballs, Pat?
DeleteAll we are is dust in the wind.
ReplyDeleteI do have a need to dust, though. It's one thing that I'm a bit obsessive over.
Robyn, you might not ever want to come to my house. Since the house is so old, it gets dusty as soon as you get done dusting.
DeleteLove Kansas!
This is such a wonderful poem, Ruth! It really makes you think about what's important in life.
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I think so too, Julie
DeleteAshes to ashes, dust to dust.
ReplyDeleteWhoa.....
You're RIGHT!
Al, of I am.
Deleteof course I am
DeleteI need to proofread better.
If you saw my ceiling fans, you would know that I don't care!
ReplyDeleteUntil I turn them on...
Pfffft, cough, sneeze.
Susie, you mean you are supposed to dust those things?
DeleteDust sucks! LOL
ReplyDelete--Mee (The Chinese Quest)
Mee, yes it does.
DeleteHonestly, I rather catch up on my sleep.
ReplyDeleteMunir, I agree with that.
DeleteI remember Ann Landers having a poem called A Little Later Son - about a mother looking back with sadness about all the time she wasted doing exactly that… cleaning, dusting, laundry… not playing with her boy. He grew up and had little time for her. What goes around, comes around.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem - and post. Have a Happy Easter, Ruth… to you and yours I send smiles. xxoo
Jenny, that makes me think of the song "Cats in the Cradle"
DeleteHope you had a good Easter.
Neat poem. I am not a clean freak by any means but my wife on the other hand...
ReplyDeleteI am just like that poem. There is too much out there to worry about the little things.
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Exactly, Jeff. I figure if my house doesn't smell bad, I can live with a little dust.
DeleteMy mom would have a heart attack if she read this. She's a dusting fiend... which is probably why I hate it so much. I don't even own a duster. Sign me up for any of those other activities that is NOT dusting!
ReplyDeleteABFTS, I think that's partly why my MIL doesn't come in my house more often. If she has a day at home, she cleans the house. I am not a slob, but I don't meet her standards. I have only ever seen a duster on TV.
DeleteYa. I don't dust.
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Joyce, I do, but I know not as much as I should.
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