Monday, June 30, 2014

Underfoot


Photo courtesy Flickr

I’m slowly getting to know a new acquaintance. Our domiciles span Seattle’s great divide-the Ship Canal. We enjoy sharing the odd paragraph about housekeeping and appear to have been stealing ideas from the same sources all these years.

Seeing footgear scattered in the front hall, Tara slipped off her shoes on a recent visit. A trip across the kitchen floor brought the comment that she used a barefoot journey at home to decide whether it was time to vacuum. I prefer to cue maintenance by leaving large pieces of “indicator litter”, like shreds of crinkled gift packing, where they have fallen. If I can see it with my glasses off, I know that other detritus has accumulated, too.

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