maestro

In Style March 2013

Typically, I don't like, 'the question,' but this one made me wonder ... what am I the maestro in my home?

hm. I know how to cook, sure. But my tiny kitchen is very hard to cook in. It's hardest when I invite people over and insist on COOKING. And of course, everyone always crowds into the kitchen, making it even smaller and super hot. But I guess that I like that because I keep inviting people over. But I'm not the maestro of it ... it's not exceptional.

housekeeping .... yeah, right. I can remember when every Saturday, I scrubbed from top to bottom. Not so much anymore. Why? I live alone, keep things tidy, and really how dirty can it get? Oh yeah, the kitchen floor could use a swab more than it gets it now, but that floor is HORRIBLE, and so why give it any attention. It's not ever going to look CLEAN.

I imagine what I am the maestro of, as evidenced by my Sunday morning, is a little of this, and a little of that. I love a 'putz,' moving from one little thing to another. Nothing big. Nothing that is going to make a difference in any kind of big way. Just dustings of time to keep things ... in control. Active. And not too far from my mind. It's not a cleaning, but a ... remembering. A touch base. A roll in all of the things that makes me happy to be home at the end of the day.

I am maestro of the putz. Probably so true, on so many levels.