Burning Chametz in Ofra, Passover eve (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Well today was ONE of those days! It’s the day when you open the refrigerator and with newly-opened eyes (in my case I had on glasses) and you SEE! I mean you really see-the crud in the grooves of the bottom shelf, the jar of mustard that is for all intents and purposes empty and you discover not one, not two but at least 3 jars of capers. Capers, for God’s sake!!! Delving deeper into the recesses of the Frigidaire, I found a small container of dried-up cream cheese, a jar of jam that had grown a furry winter coat (it must be really cold in there). Out with it all! I threw out a jar of some mysterious brown sauce, I threw out salsa before it had a birthday on Cinco de Mayo and some expired bottles of indeterminate substance! Out with it all!!
When I had filled up my recycle bin and my trash can, I sprayed the shelves with Simple Green. I LOVE Simple Green, it cleans everything which means it probably shouldn’t be used in a refrigerator. Now onto the next project. Hey this is beginning to sound like Spring Cleaning,
I put the summer slipcover on the antique stuffed chair, changed the pillow covers to colorful awning-stripes and had Peter switch the foyer rug from the dark wine-red Oriental to our seasonal beige patterned rug. He even took down the winter drapes in our bedroom and put up very light-weight airy beige curtains. Out with the winter dark colors and in with the spring pastels.
I think what really got me going this morning was the fact that by some inner-maniacal drive force, I completed my income taxes early today. I was up till 2AM working on the world’s most heinous task – assembling a year’s worth of information, collating it, copying it and preparing a statement for the accountant. I had almost finished last night, uh, rather early this morning and then got up and finished it up. I HATE doing the taxes! BUT, when it’s done, I feel so good!
Spring is the time of renewal and rebirth; what was gray, brown and barren bursts forth into bright green life. Flowers re-appear out of virtually nowhere since the ground looked like just ground to me and along with new tufts of grass, I noticed the lawn was also sprouting bunches of wild onions and even a few dandelions. AND I get the urge to clean. My mother always did spring cleaning and so do I. My mother changed the carpets, drapes and slipcovers to reflect the new season and so do I. Old habits or genetic programming? The windows will be washed inside and out-here in NYC, we hire a man to do them but at the cottage, we’ll do them. This year the carpeting and the couches in the apartment need steam-cleaning. OUT with it ALL; dirt, dust, grime and most of all, the Chametz!
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