Stashing stuff here and there has been my forte. I remember when I was in high school, I was a clean freak! Pantang bersepah….siap marah-marah kat my bro and sis yang tidak berdosa itu. (Insaf, insaf..ampun dik).
Hahaha..our house is simply sempoi – for now *wink!* We have this one orange sofa-bed which recently got ‘amputated’. One of the legs broke! Adoi… why at times like this emergency happens?
Quick thinking solves the problem. I put two thick dictionaries to make the sofa back to its original position. Then I draped two curtains over the sofa to hide the dictionaries. (In the pix below, Miss Producer in blue tudung is sitting on the accident victim.)
Somehow I get a ‘kick’ out of sweeping and MOPPING floors. I love the smell of the detergent…oohhhh harum!!! Anyway, I found this poem and fell in love with it. Whenever I get too tired to think of the mess the kids make, I’ll TRY to apply this poem in my life. You should too. Enjoy!
Dust If You Must
Rose Milligan of Lancaster England
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it’s not kind. And when you go – and go you must – you, yourself will make more dust!
It’s not what you gather,
but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.