In three weeks we will be in Romania. Someone may be staying at our house while we are gone. I am not cleaning the house, however. No.
We are moving all the furniture and anything on the floor so we can put copious amounts of white dust down, so we can vacuum it up later. We are also putting the dust (shaking it or smearing it) on all the upholstered furniture.
I am doing laundry, however. I am doing lots and lots of laundry.
We are doing this to get rid of a pesky (if mild) case of fleas that has bothered us since last spring, when we visited the SPCA. I repent of visiting the SPCA. I do not need another cat. I kind of wish we had gotten another cat, though, because then we would have gotten something for all this trouble.
However, this case of fleas could have been much worse. We could be dealing with any one or more of thousands of much worse plagues (fleas were one of the ten plagues visited on the Egyptians...) or trials. I am, in comparison, thankful for the fleas. We have it quite good, compared to many people. Some of whom I know. I would rather move all my stuff, put down dust, vacuum it up, and do it all again than have some of the trials that currently belong to various ones of my family and friends. Mark this down--I may be sort of complaining, but I am thankful, and I am blessed.
Also on the bright side, I bought a fresh pineapple yesterday. When I pass it, I can smell its sweetness.
