Does life just get quirkier as we get older? Or do WE get quirkier? And damn it, when did I turn into my mother? At twenty I was so quick to share all my complaints about mom to a dear friend. We compared all our mothers follies. Guess what? Now thirty years later we both share our mother's follies. I can't remember the last time I checked the window tracks in my house to see how clean they are. Bet my friend hasn't either.
Who friggin cares....if you don't see them they aren't there. What kind of an idiot was I? Running around with a Q-TIP cleaning grunge from window sills! Did anyone every say to me " Wow you have the cleanest tracks in town....what a good house keeper you are?" No they never did! Just like they never said wow what a clean floor you always have, when I washed it every single night before bed. Just so my child could drag grass off her trampoline onto the floor the very next day!
Who is the real fool I wonder...? Yes that might be me!! Cooking in a hot house for years, trying to keep life perfect when it was far from it! Now I do what I want, and I like it a lot better....But oh man, does someone want to send a housekeeper my way so I can have another game of scrabble?