Friday fun

Friday was fun.  I took Oriana to the house to clean and her enthusiasm for the sport is infectious.  We had a daunting task: the kitchen. 

It’s not that the kitchen is particularly disgusting, it’s just that it’s someone else’s kitchen.  Norman died a year ago so any stains and sticky bits are at best 2009 vintage.  But most of all, the kitchen is a gloomy room right now.  There’s nothing to endear it.  The walls are dark yellow.  The floor tiles, thin in their prime, are shiny with wear and wet beneath the sink and just plain ugly in the unwalked corners.  The textured cabinets unbecoming even in the 70s.

So Oriana and I filled the sink with soapy water and set to work.  I didn’t ask her to help, she just came in, saw what I was up to, asked that the music be transferred to the kitchen from the sitting room, grabbed a sponge and soaked the place.  Sometimes she squeezed out the sponge, generally she forgot.  But every scrub was with a wonderful wiggly dance.  We didn’t get far, but it was so much fun.

I wish, I wish we could do the kitchen soon, but for now, this is how it looks.