I nearly screamed when I saw how much dust the living room alone had accumulated before I married Jack. He's less and less "perfect" than I imagined him at first to be every single day, but it's amusing. He tells me all his secrets, his weaknesses, all the things he can and cannot do... And apparently cleaning is one of those things that has passed him by. Completely.
So today I wrapped up my hair in a big bandanna and went out to buy myself a big rag. Because I was tempted to use the tablecloth. And just about ten minutes ago I finished making this room as close to spotless as it's ever going to be... at least for a long time. It's only been four days. I'm still allowed to have time to get used to my routine, right?
And yesterday we could slack off for just a little while. It was the Sowing Festival and although I don't know why, I was just as excited as I was when I was a little kid. But I don't think I'll ever want to go up in the balloon. No Harvest King has ever chosen me, and I'm glad because, being a farm girl, I don't believe a person like myself was meant to be up high like that. If Jack becomes King this Fall, I'll talk him into taking a little kid up in the balloon with him next Spring. He was always fond of little May, anyway.
Last night he and I sat down with a big pad of paper and decided what it was I would have delivered here. My dresser, I think, is being sold to the midwife because Jack's is brand-new and huge. My big mirror won't fit anywhere, so we've got to do something about that as well as my bed. I'm not sorry that I've got to get rid of most of my things. Jack's home is the most comfortable place I've ever been in, aside from the fact that Elli's home is the bakery and always has that cinnamon-fresh smell.
Dinner is always at 6:00 sharp around here. Which means I have almost no time at all to prepare something before Jack comes in from the mountain. Looks like it's tomato soup. I'm saved again, but for only one more night. I'm nearing the end of the list of things in the recipe book I can pull off to pass for edible!
Ann