I need a maid.

Why does my property manager always show up at 9am on the dot when the letter she sends clearly states ‘Your rent inspection will be between nine and three’? There is a good six hours there that I could spend cleaning. Plus I was in my dressing gown and that’s always not pretty. The dressing gown is – it’s blue and has cows on it and is so very warm – but me with my hair unbrushed and stinky morning breath, trying to be nice when I’ve had only 5 hours sleep and the dog has eaten my feather duster and left sticky feather remainders on the back lawn with all the holes… Very unpretty.

At least the house is clean. The back room is still hideously untidy and unvacuumed and the storage boxes are scattered instead of stacked neatly and I’ve just realised that I didn’t wipe down my desk, but who has a tidy sun room? really?

So now I can just run off to my day (Job interviews and lunch with my ex, wish me luck for both) and hope that she passes me even though Pepper has dug the doggy version of the grand canyon in the garden out the back and the front lawn is dying from the heat. At least that way I wont have to touch a mop for another three months.

It’s not that I’m lazy. I’m honestly not. It’s just that there are millions of things I’d rather be doing than lifting the couch to vacuum under it or making sure all the washing is put away in drawers instead of just thrown on top of them, like reading or playing with the dog or watching tv. Supernatural was on last night and if you think I’m going to scrub the grout in my bathroom rather than watch Jensen Ackles and Lauren Cohen throw witty rejoinders at each other, then you best get another thought fast.

Somewhere in between digging crap out from under my bed and doing the dishes (yes that IS Adam’s job, yes he DID sleep all yesterday while I cleaned. I wish I could work night shift. Then I could do nothing too.) I started reading Terry Pratchett’s The Science of Discworld which he wrote with Ian Stewart and Jack S. Cohen. And it is very very good. I started wondering about the extremes of focus, of aperture if you like, the idea that you can become obsessed with either the big stuff (aka finding out where we came from and where we are going*) or the small stuff (not ask the questions and just look at our own personal microcosmos – what am I going to eat today? Does pink look good on me?).

I was thinking about not knowing, being naieve as to the hows and whys of our universe and how much I am ok with that. Maybe I am focussed more on the ‘me’ side. Some scientists say that if I see my house as clean, it will be clean. That if I ‘think’ rich, I will become rich. Either way, I get a clean house (if I’m rich I will so hire a maid). Maybe the entire universe was created simply so I could have a clean house. Wouldn’t my landlord love that.

Well I am off to my job interview now, thinking rich thoughts. It’s still too early for Quantum Physics.