A Peck of Gold

Blaise Blaise

A clean house makes a happy Shannon. It’s strange, as much as I procrastinate when it comes to housework, I actually do enjoy the process and the outcome. Vivaldi and Beethoven provide the soundtrack, as I wage war, armed with cleaners and gloves and merciless brutality. Dust bunnies flee before me, trembling in my wake. Wood shelves take hit after hit of Old English, until they relinquish their dull ways. Bathrooms cower before my scrubbing brush and foaming bubbles. I bravely tame the wild beast that is my home, until finally, in a crescendo of classical music and toxic chemical fumes, the deed is done. My home sparkles into submission, and I nod in satisfaction at the work I have wrought this day.

Oh alright. Maybe I got a little carried away with that one. It was fun, though.

What also makes Shannon happy, you ask? The weather. It was overcast today, protecting us from the sun’s evil and hateful late summer rays. (I actually feel bad for being mean to the sun, I really do like the sun normally. But lately, it’s been in a MOOD! Sheesh!) I’ve had to drive the Dreaded Car to work a few times this week (that would be the one with no AC and the innumerable squeaks). I will remind you that I live in South Louisiana. It’s August. I go to work at 2 in the afternoon. I would laugh, but that might cause dehydration. So, a break from the heat was ohmygoshsowonderful.

Fortunately, (thankyouthankyouthankyou), the Dreaded Car will soon be put to pasture, as the transmission is nearly finished in our Other Car, complete with AC. You can’t see it, but there are actually tears of joy streaming down my face right now. (or that could be sweat, it’s hard to tell.)

And the final ingredient in my happiness today is the excursion to Houston with my cousin tomorrow. I feel like my days off are spent catching up with all the little things I need to do, but this is a trip just for pure fun. Yeehaw! (as they say in Texas). I’ve been there a few times, I’ve gotta lot of love for those cowboys and cowgirls. Texan wit- it cracks me up. Like this one- “You’re all hat and no cattle.” Funny. I keep waiting for an opportunity to say that to someone, but so far, no luck.

Anyway, ‘nuff of my rambling. Have a good weekend, everybody! Behave, you.