the little victories
Well, it’s the end of Week 1 in my graduate program, and I’m exhausted. Sore because of a foolishly overstuffed laptop bag, confused because of a brain that has rusted and slowed with the passage of time, and, as usual, psychotically paranoid about bedbugs.
But I didn’t come here today to talk to you about that. Can I talk to you about my kitchen floor?
We have a great kitchen. It was renovated about six years ago but looks absolutely brand new. It even has a gorgeous, weathered tile floor. Or at least, what appeared to be a weathered floor. As it turns out, it hadn’t been properly cleaned since the renovation. The tiles are, in fact, a textured white color. All of the “weathering” is, I’m guessing, the collected exuviae of the previous tenants. Cleaning the floor quickly became an exercise reminiscent of an archeological dig. Luckily, the combined OCD of my present roommates was more than enough to overpower the filth, and the day is won.
Sometimes, it’s the little victories that make you smile.
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