Mom died three years ago, and I continue to do deep cleaning in her house, as I live in it.
I had family coming over recently, and so I deep cleaned the guest bed and surrounding area. Reorganized and built a new set of shelves in an under-utilized part of the basement to hold things in a more organized fashion. And threw away and donated more things that I don’t need. Life goes on and all of that.
There’s always more to do. Never an end to the things that need doing. Always another part of the house to clear, and never enough time to do all of it. What I’ve gotten clean and organized, I work to keep clean and organized, and every few months I look at things I chose to organize and see if I’ve really used it or not. Things that I haven’t used get either moved further back into long term storage are get moved into the donate pile. And I pack up the donate pile every so often and take it in to a place to donate it.
Friends that haven’t been in my house for a while always see there is less stuff than last time.
I finally tackled the last shelf in Mom’s fridge this week. Yes. I know. Three years is a long time. It was the shelf even I used least of all, and I’ve deep cleaned and reorganized everything else long ago. That last shelf was too low to use often, and I’ve been largely ignoring it. So I finally tackled it. It was a sticky mess. And there were things in it that I can only guess at. Weird Al’s “It’s Living in the Fridge” comes to mind. I swear that’s a documentary in some places. Not here. Not quite. But I was pretty religious about first scrubbing the fridge, and then scrubbing the food containers that really didn’t have food anymore, and then scrubbing myself. And the sponge is going in the trash once it dries out, because I don’t think I can clean all that stuff out of it.
It feels good to deep clean. Even if all I when I’m done I see all the places I need to clean next. But I can see what I’ve done and that is good. I’ve thrown away or donated entire rooms of stuff. And I continue to do it on a small scale every week. I ask myself “keep, trash, or donate?” every week, and I can see the house getting cleaner. More organized. More places for Molly Maid to vacuum when they show up. It’s good to see a house improve over time.
Sometimes I wish I was quicker about it. But there is life to live. But every time I wish I was quicker, it’s usually a hint that it’s time to do a bit more. That was this week, in between finishing stories for publication. And in between work that keeps the lights on and furnace running. And the AC in summer. The little conveniences in life that make life comfortable. And deep cleaning makes all of that better.