MEET MISS CLEAN … AKA, MLLE. RENEE!
My faithful companion has a quirk … or maybe a phobia …. or quite possibly she’s been taken over by one of the house spirits. You see, every time I do laundry I go around the house picking up dirty cloths, gathering towels and washcloths and hunting down sundry items that need to be washed. As I gather, I just dump the to-be-laundered items in a convenient pile on the floor. And while I am going from room to room, dear Ms. Renee is sorting through the pile on the floor. Looking for … used washcloths.
And when she finds them, she puts them on the floor and rubs her face on them like she using them to wash her face. And she doesn’t pick out any of the other laundry … just the washcloths. Now I will admit I am addicted to a certain shower gel fragrance. So perhaps she associated that scent with a freshly washed me. Or maybe she’s imitating me when I wash. Though I assure you I do not roll on the floor.
And here’s the reaction I get when I catch her with the purloined washcloths.
Good friends have brought up the notion that perhaps Renee has been taken over by the spirit of my late mother who was known far and wide as Mrs. Clean for maintaining a spotless house 365 days a years while raising three messy boys. Well, that’s except for the days when she was cleaning and it really looked like a mess. But then, she’d never let anyone visit on cleaning days. While I really don’t believe in ghosts; I do belief people can leave an energy field behind. I know, because every once and a blue moon I wake up with the urge to clean the house from front to back. And it takes me all day to do it. Now, if I can find a way to harness Renee to the vacuum. Who knows, maybe Renee and I will become the new Odd Couple.