I've been cleaning for three days. I knew coming in that I would want to do some of my own cleaning, but I supremely underestimated the amount of scrubbing I would have to do. Understandably, the sweet older folks that lived here before us had a hard time keeping up with general house cleaning, and by the looks of things, I'm guessing it's been a lot of years since certain things were done - things like baseboards and door jambs, windows, banisters and railings. The kitchen was my first priority: it took three hours to clean the refrigerator alone, and the rest of the day and part of the next to get all the cupboards and drawers wiped out. Granted, it's fun to clean a house when it's new to you... to a point. But by the end of today,I'm ashamed to admit, I was starting to get frustrated, feeling like I'm making very little progress for all the work I'm putting in.
But then, just as the frustration set in a little more than it should have, I walked by the dining room window, and saw this:
There is no better attitude adjustment than a gorgeous sunset, especially when you get to look at it from across your own snow-covered hay meadow.
Yes, it's a lot of work to clean this place. And this is only the beginning of a whole lot more work. But as long as there are sunsets like that one to stop and take in, I'm pretty sure I can handle anything.
I don't want it to sound like I'm whining. I know I am blessed beyond measure, and I'm so grateful for so many wonderful things. It's just been a long three days!