Wednesday, October 27, 2010
It may not be politically correct to call it that any more, but just saying "Indian Summer" is evocative of one of these special mid-autumn days, crystal clear and deliciously warm, and colored with the purest sky blue and all the golds, browns, ambers and russets of the season. I love days like this. I hope heaven has days like this.
Back indoors, I did the usual chores (find the kitchen counters, run the dishwasher, schlep laundry around, tidy up stuff). Then I tackled the looming mountain: cleaning our daughter's bedroom. I had warned her before she went to school that I was going to do that, since she had fluffed off on several requests and opportunities to start the process earlier this week. So, I told her that she had no right to complain about how I cleaned or rearranged stuff, if she wasn't willing to take care of it herself like a big girl. I don't tend to get overly fussy about her room, and usually she's willing to tidy up herself, but sometimes every kid needs a helping hand to do a deep cleaning when things get out of hand. Quite a while later (I weeded out books she'd lost interest in, bagged up clothes she'd outgrown, put away books and toys, switched where her dresser and desk are, vacuumed, and generated a whole garbage bag full of stray papers and junk), she had a nice clean room. Tomorrow I'll tackle our son's room - same situation, same solution. (Although I have to give him credit for keeping it much cleaner than he used to - he is getting better about that.)