Paying bills maybe the number one dreaded activity. The second is house cleaning. Although many lost things are found this way, the pleasure of having a cleaned space is short-lived.
Growing up in Hong Kong our maid cleaned the house every day. Dusting, mopping, wiping, washing clothes by hands, waxing the floor (that’s about once a month), etc. These activities required a healthy and strong body—or that her body was made strong and healthy because of the activities.
Writing does not make a body strong. When it is required to bend and scrub and lift and put away I feel the strain. And with all the modern appliances they have not made cleaning more enjoyable. The only pleasure—and this be the only one— is knowing that I’ve done my best to keep visiting friends from having an allergy attack.
