Vince often tells me that I see the world through rose colored glasses. I tell him that I don’t dwell on things I cannot change. Watching news 24/7 is depressing. I used to think that there were some news things/current events I need to know but, for the most part, I no longer care to know any of it. If there’s a tornado watch/warning for my part of town, I need to know that. If there’s going to be a blizzard on Friday (there’s not . . at least not that I know of) happening on Friday, I might need to know that so I can go to the grocery store but probably not because it’s a habit to run to the grocery store before a blizzard. I don’t need anything! I’ve read several commenting on the price of gasoline. Yes, it has gone up. I don’t use much gas, I can’t change the price. I’m not going to go fill up when I need 3 gallons because the price may go up 10 cents per gallon tomorrow.
Most every morning I vacuum the family room first thing, especially with Boots in the house. Yesterday I never touched the cross stitching or the knitting. This morning, after I vacuumed, I had my breakfast and when I walked back into the family room . . I thought . . the house is clean, I’m going to sit and cross stitch for a while.
As I started stitching, I laughed out loud. My house is NOT clean. I have a bit of a mess on the dining room table with the patterns that are waiting for floss that should arrive tomorrow and then I can put them into the “kits” drawer. Our bedroom gets clean and within five minutes, I’ve unpacked a box or started organizing something else and it’s a mess in there. The downstairs family room is getting better but it’s still a huge mess with boxes that we unpacked while looking for different things. I’m trying to spend at least an hour working on the downstairs family room so it will be nice when Vince does get here.
The ONLY thing clean is the living room carpet but in my mind, freshly vacuumed carpet makes the whole house seem cleaner.
Having carpet vacuumed and therefore, believing my house is clean enough that I can sit and stitch at least all morning . . that should be the classic description of someone wearing rose colored glasses. Vince is right . . again!