Camp has their annual banquet tomorrow. Registration is down this year and the proposed reason is because one of the members at one of the churches is having her 60th birthday party. Many of the camp supporters would be going to this event. We went down to decorate today. I didn’t know what exactly I would do but after being in the building I drove the camp truck back up to get the vacuum and my basket of rags.

At work yesterday one of the housekeeping girls was dusting the railing. She held up the rag to me and said something expressing surprise at the dust. This dusting thing has stood out to me lately as something that matters. So one of the boys and I dusted the ledge that goes around the inside of the building and around the windows that people will see. It could use more, but for now it does look better than when we first found it.

I really would clean more here if it lasted. I sent pictures to my sisters this morning of the mudroom. Besides the piano which I take full responsibility for, the clutter strewn all over it, the boots and shoes, the litter box, the standing work desk with two tables, the general state of disarray and fullness, none of that stuff was mine. I did throw the hallway curtain in the wash hoping to find the source of the cat smell that is often there.

One of the curtains touches the floor and I think it absorbs things. Casper lost indoor privileges after spraying on my Jane Eyre book that sits on a lower bookshelf. I’ve got an appointment for him coming up soon. It always takes at least a month or two before you can get in. I don’t say anything of this to be gross. The cleaning schedule we have actually works pretty well we’ve just been busier and it hasn’t been done for a few days.

I offered to help with the cleaning over the summer. To wipe down the ice maker and the dining room garbage cans. The area around the dishes window can really become atrocious. I used to think the answer was training the trotters, when each cabin takes a turn cleaning up after meals. But you don’t have an eye for these things until you are older I’ve discovered. It’s because you’ve lived some life that you notice these things.