I know that I am still traumatized by the events of last Tuesday because I am in Full-Blown Obsessive Cleaning Mode.
An intervention might soon be required.
When something really bad happens over there, I find that if I can make things better over here, like by, say, antiseptically cleaning my toilets bowls, I will feel better. I mean, who doesn’t feel better with a clean toilet bowl?
I posted this yesterday. I don’t think anybody would call this room a pigsty, but to my suddenly Full-Blown Obsessive Cleaning Mode, when I looked at this image I thought: EEK!!!!!!!! WHAT A MESS!!!!!!!! MUST MUST MUST CLEAN!!!!!!!! All I could think of last night, and about the first thing I thought about after waking this morning, was rushing to the Cross House and doing something about this room OVERWHELMED by mess. (Yes, the room is actually not overwhelmed by mess, but YOU try and convince my Full-Blown Obsessive Cleaning Mode otherwise.)
Today. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, everything is better now. All the stuff leaning against the walls (oh, the horror! The horror!) is gone, and the 2400-square-foot floor vacuumed.
While things WERE better, this only briefly assuaged Full-Blown Obsessive Cleaning Mode. For, while vacuuming, Mode peeked into a crawl space under the roof eaves, adjacent to the south chimney. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!! DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!!!!!!!!
…and forty minutes later. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Beeeeeeetter! I did mange to restrain Mode from scrubbing the flooring. Although I am a bit concerned how Mode will now passively-aggressively punish me.
As I was getting ready to crawl out of the space, Mode clicked on the flashlight on the iPhone and pointed into the void behind the angled chimney breast to the bedroom below. We are looking down. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!
Ahhhhhhhh, better. Ahhhhhhhh. (Image not at same angle as previous image.)
I pulled this cup out from the chimney void. Cool. I am pretty sure it was left by the guys working on the house in 1894. Right? Right?
As I was again getting ready to crawl out of the space, Mode clicked on the flashlight and pointed it into the void above the huge curved cornice. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!! This mess was caused by a long leaking built-in gutter (now fixed), which just pulverized the wood support. The vacuum was rushed into service and this horror rectified. And not a moment too soon.
By the end of the day, I had also cleaned numerous basement windows, and all the first-floor front windows.
I also cleaned the recently varnished front threshold. It was dusty!
And vacuumed part of the basement.
And scraped the rest of the north porch ceiling.
And primed some more wood.
And stripped a window sash. And grinded smooth two sashes.
And I did all this while hobbling around due to an attack of gout to my left foot.
Geez. I hope there is never another election. I doubt I will survive.