Junin’ Around

“What are you up to today?” I ask Mom.

Her reply, “As Mee-Maw would say, just junin’ around.”

“Junin’ around” is a term I grew up with.  My paternal grandmother described her daily housekeeping activities as “junin’ around.”  What she meant was – she was busy but didn’t seem to be accomplishing much at all.

Another of her phrases was: “It takes a lot of piddling to get a little housework done.”

As I look around me, I think I need to piddle a little more and incorporate a bit of junin’ around.  My house looks like it’s seen neither in quite some time.

I much prefer Mee-Maw’s sister’s (my great-aunt Lib’s) term “gallivanting around” to junin’ around.

Gallivanting gets me out of the house and I’m free to take direction as I please. Junin’ implies I’m circling constantly within, never quite finding the end.

Circling is fine if I’m marking a place on a map I intend to visit while out gallivanting. But, the endless junin’ around of housework? No thanks.  Makes my mind numb to think of it and reminds me of a June Bug with one end of a thread tied to its leg and the other pinned to my shirt.  It can fly but only in a circle and only as far as the string will allow.

Throw me into the yard, hand me a shovel or rake and I’m happy.  So is my mind.  She’s free to gallivant with the wind.

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Housework App

Upon posting yesterday’s blog piece, WordPress popped up a little thingie to the left side of the page that congratulated me for posting my 144th and provided a little thought for my blogging journey.

The desire to write grows with writing. Desiderius Erasmus

Ah, if only the desire to clean house grew with cleaning!

Truly, I could sit and write all day, accomplishing nothing more than that of putting words on paper (or in virtual format) and recording thoughts, views, information….

The more I write, the more I want to write.  It’s as if my brain needs to download (or is it upload?) all this stuff within it so I can get on with life. Writing is for my brain what defragging and deleting cookies is for my computer.

Perhaps I should think of housework in the same light – defragging and deleting cookies in the house.

Hmmm…. When I look at housework in that light, I see a lot of fragmented, unused, out dated, out of place items. Yes, my house needs to be defragged. Wish there was an app for that.

And, are those cookie crumbs I see?  Oh, my…looks like I need to delete cookies, too!

Time to go offline, boot up the program titled “housework,” pull out the trash can, dust cloth, broom and vacuum…and upload, download or just plain offload some of this mess into the garbage can outside.

Spring Cleaning

I despise cleaning house.  I’d rather work all day in the yard – cutting grass, digging, clipping…anything – than be holed up in the house cleaning.

Why? Because out side work is so much easier and much more satisfying – at least to me.  The yard stays cleaned up and looking nice far longer than inside the house does.

There’s so much “stuff” in the house – giving it a good, thorough cleaning requires moving stuff around, picking things up…and by the time I’ve done that my cleaning time is gone and I’m exhausted and frustrated.

Outside, I can set to work and see immediate results – huge results.

It’s time to Spring Clean inside.  All this “stuff” has to go…somewhere. And, that “all” includes the “stuff” filling the garage.  It’s time to set things in order here, inside where we live.

We have too much stuff and too little room for it.  Hard decisions need to be made.  I need to prune inside, like I prune outside.  I need to mow inside with the grass catcher on and dump everything collected out by the road.  I need to take the pressure washer and wash everything loose and out of place out the door and down the driveway.  I need to take the leaf blower and send it all out into the yard where I can rake through it and discard most of it.

I remember Spring Cleaning time as a child.  Mom would clean from ceiling to floor, from wall to window to doorway.  Nothing escaped her touch or her cloth.  Nothing.

I hated Spring House Cleaning.  Still do.

The thought of doing so overwhelms me as I look around.  But, as I’ve learned with yard work, you step up and step in and start clipping.  Standing around with hands on hips wondering where to start doesn’t get it done.

And, neither does sitting here writing about it. 😉