running through my head

 I have half a mind to take this machine out of this cold room and to my sunlit lounge but soon the sun will set and am I interested in climbing up and down with a laptop? plus this room has my music system. 

Right, so today!

It's been alright.

I was not so busy, the house is sparkling and smells gorgeous and I have figured out this trick to utilising my room fresheners better. 

Now, I spray a smidgen of the fresheners on the mops as well, this way when I clean the floors the fragrance disperses in every corner of the house and keeps my entire casa smelling fragrant that is both mellow and long-lasting. 

You can try this trick with essential oils as well, but seeing how oils are so concentrated I prefer doing this with room fresheners.

I have pictures to edit, my sore arms from todays' workout to nurse and the coffee I made sits cooling on the dining table because I forgot to bring it up with me. 

Hmm

on cleansing and scents

Adding a couple drops of frankincense to floor cleaning liquid was my idea of making the house smell exotic and fresh, however, the way it has got diluted and mixed with the cleaning fluid has changed its fragrance character and now my house smells like someone has been playing Holi in it. You know that particular gulal scent? the artificial cheap kinds, yeah that exactly.

Sobs. Now I gotta light something else to rid of this scent. It never ends, this struggle, this hustle, this madness.

My house gets cleaned as I speak and today was dedicated to wiping all the leaves of my house plant which are far too many.
Next week I wipe all the books on the shelf.

help but no, help!

The thing with never having hired any help for domestic chores is that you often forget actually having hired one recently.
I've always spoken about it with a bit of smugness as to how all the housework including absolutely everything is done by moi no matter what the circumstances and how I actually go about sprucing my Domus, from scrubbing bathroom porcelain to polishing mirrors, to vacuuming, mopping, dusting, washing balcony et al, and I would have without fail continued on had it not been the past few months when I found myself extremely busy and uninclined to go pottering about the house, and that too in this weather.

Though winters here are extreme and long and severe I find myself far more productive in that weather, never shying away from cleaning and what not but ever since humidity set in I find it near impossible to do the same tasks without hating it, and cleaning is definitely my top favourite things to do and yet I found myself incapable of the task and it was when each morning I found myself bathed in sweat after the morning cleanup that I decided to hire someone to take the load off me at least once or twice a week, which is when a couple ayi's came into the equation. 
One who comes every Wednesday and another every Sunday.

Yes, not every day, because I don't need one every day, seeing the basic cleanup etc I still do myself every morning. It's the lengthy sprucing up that I need help with, which includes dusting, glass polishing and the works.
I mean it's not exactly arduous work that I can't undertake or would not undertake, just that it makes life bit easier and currently anything that makes it easy is most welcome.

Right, so I didn't remember that someone was supposed to show up this morning for the cleanup and when someone did I found myself feeling a bit perplexed and even guilty, which is odd.
I mean all these years and no help, and suddenly someone at the door ready to make my own home livable for me.
I don't know how I feel about that, except when I see the house twinkling it makes me a happier person but then I wonder to myself as to why am I not doing it when all these years I had been, and that I should at least remember what days and time I have actually alotted.

The good thing is I haven't hired anyone on a salary basis but hourly which makes it far convenient and more logical, the bad thing is that one day I might get used to it all and remember who is coming when and feel miserable if either is on a holiday.
I don't want to be that person when all my life I've made fun of such people who can't do their own housework.

isn't this all rather confusing? 
Is it that time to finally see a therapist?

update attention!

Where do I start?

this morning my body woke up to a resounding ache. Arms felt unhinged, shoulders torn apart, triceps in agony and my entire being gnawing itself into a sore cry.

Yesterdays' workout agreed much too much, and thusly I decided that today will have to be spent recuperating, however, a spanner of sorts has been thrown into an oiled machinery of weekly scheduling, and that is my travels to India which was planned for the end of this month is now preponed to end of this week.

What does that mean?
Just that my planning for an extensive cleanup of the house which I had reserved for next week had to be preponed as well.
I'm evangelical about leaving a clean tidy house when I go for long vacations, just so when I come back the house is as inviting, shiny and immaculate as I last remembered it, and this elaborate cleanup needs everything from usual vacuuming and mopping to scrubbing and polishing.

After almost 3 hours of bending over to scrutinized cleaning, I can now safely add a crick in the back to my list of grievances.

What these endless weeks of rains have left me are spots of mould on bathroom walls, ones that can't be ordinarily seen, but once you see them you can't unsee, and it was on these moulds and unsightly green blemishes that I unleashed a fury of cleanliness jihad and it wasn't easy, what with these things spreading in miniscule colonies almost invisible and high up towards the ceiling I had fun doing a fair bit of balancing act on a chair in a bathroom.
But phew!
That done and now I'm a puddle of spasms.

Finally at my desk to ponder and plot.