When you break something, is your first impulse to throw it away? Or do you repair it but feel a sadness because it is no longer “perfect”? Whatever the case, you might want to consider the way the Japanese treated the items used in their tea ceremony. Even though they were made from the simplest...
If you don’t smell good, then you don’t look good.
God loves cleanliness.The environment must be kept clean.
TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet like mushrooms, clothes falling to the floor like autumn leaves. Every once in a while she would blaze through the house and clean everything–at which point, the process would start all over.
As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You feel like you’re a kid again, poking around in your parents’ closet, only this time there’s no chance of getting in trouble, so you don’t have to be so sure...
There is no Democratic or Republican way of cleaning the streets.
She was a woman with a broom or a dust-pan or a washrag or a mixing spoon in her hand. You sawher cutting piecrust in the morning, humming to it, or yousaw her setting out the baked pies at noon or taking them in,cool, at dusk. She rang porcelain cups like a Swiss bell ringerto...
At det var synddag betød også, at Satinas far var hjemme. Og det betød, at hele huset emmede af sådan et raseri, at man næsten kunne lugte det. Sortehorn befandt sig ude på badeværelset, og hans mørke røst hørtes som en konstant buldren:≫Først skal trapperne vaskes, så skal der støvsuges, så skal lokummet renses og...
The house was clean, scrubbed and immaculate, curtains washed, windows polished, but all as a man does it – the ironed curtains did not hang quite straight and there were streaks on the windows and a square showed on the table when a book was moved.
There is, in fact, no safeword for chemical burns under one’s fingernails.
When cleaning I do it the way people go to church—not so much to discover anything new, although I’m alert for new things, but mainly to reacquaint myself with the familiar. It’s nice to go over familiar paths.
Instead of communicating “I love you, so let me make life easy for you,” I decided that my message needed to be something more along these lines: “I love you. I believe in you. I know what you’re capable of. So I’m going to make you work.
Women with clean houses do not have finished books.
I was not merely cleaning an oven; I was improving the world.