The Cleanest I've Been

In preparation of my landlord and the building's maintenance man spending who knows how long in my (until recently) not too clean apartment, David and I spent the weekend giving our castle a good scrub down. The place was due for a thorough Spring cleaning anyway, I welcomed the task.

In between 'Friday Night Laramie Time' and entertaining David with yet more stories of escapades past, we managed to get a hell of a lot done.

Residing in my bathroom was, what I thought, a small clog in the tub which wouldn't go away. One visit from the maintenance man and one accidentally broken pipe turned today into a day of welding and bedroom wall cutting. You know, to make room for the new pipes.

I cleaned my apartment to watch it get dirty.

When I got home from work, I expected to find the bathroom and bedroom covered in dust, plaster, and/or greasy tools; another mess I just don't have the strength to deal with.

I looked around to find everything perfect and in working order, and not a sign of debris anywhere. There are still a few things I'd like taken care of, but I'm happy to not have to enter the empty apartment across the hall so I can shower.

Let us not forget: as much as I like a good adventure, I'm not a fan of having my familiar routine interrupted.

It feels good now that all the unwanted, unnecessary items have been tossed out and the repairing has been dealt with.

Oh, and the apartment looks good too.

This entry was posted by Frankie, on 4.21.2008. You can leave your response.