2020 January 04 Saturday

2020 January 04 Saturday in Liberty Hill, Texas

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didn’t sleep well. Three hours and twenty four minutes of sleep and not much of that was restful. I have had a backache for several days now. Last night it seemed as though the pain was also on the side of my lower abdomen. I might have to give in and make a doctor appointment on Monday (because they are closed on weekends).

he sun is shining so brightly this morning, that, even though it is only 38 degrees outside, it warms my soul. It made me flash on a memory from when I was a child of around eight-years old. We lived on an acreage in a semi-rural area of the upper midwest.

t was springtime and one of the first truly warm days had arrived. It had been a long cold winter.

n my mother’s mind, spring meant cleaning. Not just sweeping and moping cleaning. This meant deep, deep cleaning. This was when the living room furniture was hauled out onto the front lawn. The room was stripped bare of furniture, pictures, curtains and me. I was exiled to the front yard with the furniture.

ith a cotton cloth over the straws of the broom, Mom would sweep the ceiling and walls. A dry cloth followed by a wet cloth wiped away the dust from the windows and doors frames. The baseboards got the same treatment while she crawled around on hands and knees.

he windows were cleaned with white vinegar, which gave the house a pungent smell that lasted for days. The outside of the windows would be cleaned in the same way, at a later date, after the storm windows are taken down and stored in the cellar.

he walls were inspected and spot scrubbed before a general wipe down with another damp towel. Touch up painting might follow the cleaning or possibly they would get a completely new coat of fresh paint. That year no painting was needed.

he wooden floor was swept and then a we’ll soaped scrub brush was applied to the floor, again on hands and knees. The floor was them rinsed several times and then a few coatings of liquid wax were applied.

hile this was taking place inside the house, it was my job to clean the furniture on the lawn. The cushions came off the couch and Mom’s chair. This was a special treat because I got to keep any coins found in the couch. I usually came you with more pencils and small toys than I did money, but it was still a treasure hunt.

nd then I got to whack the stuffed and upholstered furniture with a rug beater. What young boy could pass up a chance to beat up a couch? Of course in my imagination I was taking down a buffalo or some such beast with my bare hands.

louds of dust would come out into the bright sunlight and sparkle like flecks of gold in the air. Sometimes they were stars as I went hurling through the cosmos in my space ship.

he wooden furniture got a dusting and then I was allowed to rub them down with furniture oil. This was long before I ever heard of lemon scented furniture polish. I don’t know what kind of oil it was but it had a pleasant earthy aroma.

ith the warm sun soaking into my skin I was transported to the old west where I was wiping down my horse after a long ride through the desert, where I had been tracking down rustlers.

was always done with my job before Mom finished her cleaning. Sometimes I would transform the couch into a car and go for a drive. Sometimes I would be chased by spies! I might be held prisoner in a jail cell formed by the back of the chairs.

nd sometimes, exhausted by all adventures, I would lay on the cool freshly green grass and be filled with the smell of the earth, the sounds of robins, cardinals, and the heat of the sun while the breeze tickled the hairs on my arm.

n the early afternoon we played several rounds of Rummikube. I think I won them all. Or that could just my brain protecting me from the agony of defeat.

e went to Subway for a late lunch or early supper. Then we came straight home. See the map above. I’ve told you before, that in the hill country, there are no straight lines.

God bless and g’nite

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*The Over The Hill Gang, (3307 RR 1869) Any area senior 50 years or older is invited to join for fellowship and a meal every Thursday at 11:30 a.m. The first meal is free; afterwards, individuals are asked to donate $6 for their meal.**Grandies welcomes those 50+ every week with friendship, games and a ministry to connect to others. As a special part of their ministry, Grandies sign and send greeting cards with inspirational messages to those serving in the military, the sick or homebound and church members celebrating happy milestones like birthdays and graduation. Since this ministry started, more than 3,300 cards have been sent!

In the summer, Grandies also work to make available snack packs through Operation Liberty Hill for children who may not otherwise have enough food without a school in session. Additionally, they provide meals at Vacation Bible School and host bake sales twice a year to raise funds for their important works.

Wednesdays, 9 a.m.
Currently meets at the OTHG building (3307 RR 1869)

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