I received a mailer from a cleaning company the other day with the slogan, Life’s Too Short to Clean Your Own HomeÂ®Â It sort of spoke to me.Â At my age, a cancer and heart attack survivor, the brevity of life is a real attention getter.Â I didn’t feel a great need to extend my life by foregoing housecleaning.Â I rather enjoy it sometimes, sweeping up dog fur and so forth, but with this heart healthy high fiber diet I’m on, sometimes I feel like I could use someone to wipe my bum for me, but I suppose we all end up there if we stick around long enough, and there’s no sense rushing things.Â After all, life’s too short.
But I did get to wondering if the women cleaning my home would suffer twice the life shortening effects of housecleaning by cleaning their own homes and mine too.Â I guess I could refinish the basement, put a little apartment down there, so they’d only be cleaning one home.Â This being a southern city, there’s already a toilet down there for the help.Â Sort of like Downton Abbey.Â It could be a real opportunity for someone.Â I could post flyers on the trees as I hike through some of the more obscure reaches of the Jamesâ€”Life’s Too Short to Be Homeless.Â Catchy, don’t you think?Â First, I’d need to get that toilet fixed, but life’s too short for that.Â Besides, plumbers cost a fortune.
Every breath a prayer of gratitude!
We are at any given time about six heart beats and a few breaths away from the next adventure. Keep that in mind as focus on being here now with some prudent observance of what might be a bit ahead along with the most minimal recounting and recollection of what is behind. Let the rough side drag. Onward and upward nearer my God to thee!-)