I don’t know what sort of life we are living.
We have an AirBNB guest this month. He is staying in our guest room for several weeks. Most of our AirBNB guests stay 1 or 2 nights, but we’ve had a few long bookings. This summer we are hosting a guest May-August, our longest booking yet.
Today I tidied the guests bathroom: wiped down the fixtures, cleaned the soap dish, polished smudges off the mirror. Dusted the succulent. Arranged the complimentary toiletries on the toilet tank.
Then I tided my studio and sat down to answer emails and cruise the web and make a to do list.
Later tonight I will fix the basement, which exploded a few weeks ago and hasn’t been reset yet. Doing that will allow me to reset the family room, which has been hosting stuff that belongs in the basement in the meantime.
I will clean and rearrange that exploded half of the basement to create supply storage and a mail prep zone. Everything in the house will fit together better when we have a place to put extra blank CDs and paper reams and safety pins and vintage buttons, and a place for the postage scale to land.
And later I have band practice. My AirBNB guest will come home and chat and play with the cats. We’ll work quietly and intensely in between, and sometimes we’ll take a break to dance to loud music.
Housekeeping is becoming a hobby. It is one of the things I do to take a break from work. It is not always pleasant (hello washing out litter boxes) but it is enjoyable and even rewarding. Sometimes it’s nice to feel great about myself for the scrub down I gave the tub, when I haven’t been able to write or draw for three days. When a project falls through. When I hit a bump on the road to wherever we are going.