Clean, clean, hurry, hurry...

I am expecting double-overnight company tomorrow, and even though I THOUGHT the house was relatively clean and just needed picking up, I began to look at the place with a jaded eye.  Dust and cobwebs everywhere!  The guest room linen needed to be washed, and since Frodo is at Meg's for the duration of my company's visit, I figured I could put the living room decor back the way it USED to be before dawg.  In a house that is visited by toddlers, if you move furniture, you find things!  Vacumming required!  I have even polished the brass knick-knacks in the living room.  <gasp!>  Am I ready for the company yet?  Not on your life!  Still working...

I have paid one of my young ham friends to mow my yard this summer.  He came today.  When he was done, I offered him a glass of water while we talked about radio and I continued to move and dust furniture.  In the process, I saw sticky fingerprints on an end table, so sprayed it again and gave it some elbow grease.  Travis said, "You do know what you are using, don't you?"  I glanced at the can in my hand and discovered I was dusting with Raid!!

Megan IMed me this morning asking if anti-depressant medication is good for dogs.  My heart sank.  Thinking Frodo had gotten into some medicine at her house, I envisioned a call to the vet hospital and a rush trip to the doggy emergency room.  When I asked if the dog had eaten some drugs, Meg said, "No, but she's so down in the dumps, I'm considering giving her some!"  Apparently, the pooch misses me--which I think is amusing.  She was their dog for 5 years...has only been with me for 1 1/2...and seems bored out of her skull here because she spends many long hours alone when I am at work.  Still, we have our routine...  She genuinely seems to enjoy visiting the family, but I guess I am the love of her life!  Once upon a time, I was desperate to find her another home because I didn't want to have to have another living thing dependent on me.  Gaining freedom after raising a child and two cats, I was enjoying my freedom before the dog came here.  But--and I think everyone knew this would happen--the dog has issues, and we have eked out a relationship.  It is a pain in the butt to figure out what to do with her when I want a weekend away, but she is now officially MY dog...dammit!  She won't be going to another home unless I croak before she does.

Back to work here.  So much dust; so little time!