I Find Cleaning to Be Therapeutic

It was baking soda washing day. I took out everything in my kitchen cabinets to scrub yesterday. it was therapeutic. I sent a bag of cups I no longer use to the recycling bin and the rest of them, after the washing, I placed them neatly into the top cabinets. I am not the kind to do entertaining at home, so I also wonder why I have so many cups and glasses.

The wind was blowing through the house. I remember a day like this sometime in the late 1970s. i was at Granny's flat. she had gone to take her afternoon nap and with the long afternon stretched out before me, I looked around at the things in the kitchen. Granny always cooked great meals but never cared to clean the grease from the work tops. There was a tray of glasses on top of the small refrigerator. They were of different designs but were all pretty. I took them down and washed and scrubbed them one by one. I remember wondering about their purpose there. They were never used. I think Granny might have wanted to keep them for some special occasion. Shouldn't I take down all those pretty glasses and use them, even if it is for no other special persons than for myself and the boy?

I like doing simple things like that. It gives me a feeling of peace. With the water cleansing away the dirt and grime, and the great afternoon wind in my face. I feel as refreshed as the little glasses themselves.