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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.

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Showing posts with label spring cleaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring cleaning. Show all posts

Friday, April 2, 2010

The Checklist

1.    Alstromeria and dwarf Meyer lemon tree placed outside for the season.

2.    List made for weekend activities:  edge the flower beds, fill pots with soil and fertilizer, wash front windows and put in screens.

3.    Cardio and weight workout completed.  This also included schmoozing and some knee-slapping, raucous laughter with a number of older gym goers.  These gentlemen are a real hoot.  Fodder for another post.

4.    Yesterday I reached my tolerance level with our house that also serves as the office for our family business, and a hostel for our adult children and their pets.  I vacuumed the living room (aka baby's play room), dining room, kitchen, family room, and sun porch.  Then, I retrieved a bucket, filled it with hot, hot water, SpicNSpan, and Clorox and carried it out to the sun porch, not before I realized, however, that there was a huge hole in the bottom of the bucket!  So my kitchen floor was inadvertently washed as well.  I grabbed another bucket, transferred what was left to it and added more water and soap, and swabbed the tile in the sun porch -- in some places twice -- singing all the while "There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza..."  I hate it when songs get stuck in my head -- especially when I don't even like the song!

5.   I slept well last night...