Posse. It is Autumn. And I iz Anting.
Also, I’m having Be Like Tom Issues – got the targeted booster last week and it has kicked me right in my … joints. Seriously. It was an easy jab – and then it got ugly. Despite all my cardio, despite all my working out, despite all my spites, the booster did something wonky in me and got me right in the joints. No sniffling – at least nothing more than usual during Harvest – but sweatergawd! every joint I have got tender. And tired? Yeah – but not ‘omg I’m BEAT!’ tired, more…’I feel vaguely puny’..which, in a lot of ways, is worse. You’re not really sick, which means non-louche folks like me feel weird about just giving in. I did a gentle workout the day of, walked the short mile to get the jab, then back to the gym for upper-body (which helps move the vaccine out of the injection site)…
… I cannot imagine how I would’ve felt if I hadn’t done any of that.
But, Time and Tide and all that. I’m mostly back to normal so I can continue Anting . Which is what this post was supposed to be about, before I got sidetracked on the Whine about the booster.
So. Anting. March and I agree that Spring cleaning is overrated. After all, you’re going to be out of the house 90% more than you were in Winter and all the windows will be open, etc… so.. (insert shrug emoji). Autumn, however? Omg. I am a cleaning FOOL! Things I don’t want to look at, things I don’t want to do, once I close and lock all the windows and doors, preparing to turn inward for the next 3 (maybe 4) months. Painting. Ugh. The only thing I hate worse than prep/painting is the smell. Luckily now is the perfect time – it’s still warm enough to git ‘er done but not so warm that the damb paint never dries. I got all sorts of weird things done – like the headboard of my bed. It was an El O purchase and while I have no problem with the shape, that weird caramel, high-lacquer color just screamed at me, every time I saw it. So I hauled that dawg outside, prepped and sprayed it – whoever invented paint sprayers? I owe you a fruit basket. Problem with the headboard? I was so whupped from getting it OUT, etc…that I couldn’t muster enough strength to get it back in. Luckily my contractor was finishing up for the day across the street and saw me crawling across to beg for his assistance. He had that Much Younger Human smirk on him, when he saw the headboard out there – he’s about 6’4″, buffAF, etc, and I think he figured I was being a princess. Until he went to pick it up. “Wait. This is HEAVY! Um..Anita..how did you get it out here?” ‘I have NO idea – but I definitely cannot get it back in by myself~’ Smirk wiped off his young, buff face, we wrestled that dawg back into the house. I still cannot figure out how I got it out by myself – but it’s good to have mysteries in Life, I guess.. I then repaired and repainted the bathroom hutch but had the good sense to plastic wrap everything else and spray it IN PLACE!
Days and days of goofy stuff like that – until The Booster laid me low. But now that I’m back to norm (for me) I’m back to moving, hauling, sweeping, mopping,etc,etc.
What about you? Which season triggers Big Clean? I am a bit of a cleaning nut 365 but something about Autumn… that’s when I bring out the big guns! Tell me your tale and I’ll have M. Jacques poke a winner!
Speaking of Winners, the winner of Casual Casualty: maggiecat!
gmail your evilauntieanitaAT , let me know what you won and M. Jacques will get it out to you asap!