Hardwood Floors: How To Cleaning Rug Backing Off Wood Floor

First, go to the thrift store and buy a really cool area rug for $30. Roll it out on the hardwood floor in your new rental house. Brag about it to anyone who will listen. Post pictures of it on Facebook and send pics of it via email. Sit and stare at it with amazement and sheer joy every day for a month or so.

When you realize that your husband, regardless of the hints and direct comments, will NOT be cleaning the floors just take it on yourself or otherwise it will never get done. Go in and roll up the cool area rug and when you do you will observe that a good deal of the rubber backing from the rug is now stuck to the hardwood floor.

Full time Motorhome Life: Interior Deep Cleaning

We are out of the motorhome now but I had a revelation about housecleaning that I wish I had had while we were still living in it. The last year we found ourselves overwhelmed with 'stuff' and any effort made to clean consisted of moving piles from one place to another, cleaning and moving them back.

It really was a two person job and as Walt's health slipped away and I continued with my age old health struggles we found ourselves completely overwhelmed. The laundry, the dishes, the electronics, the wires and cables, the gathering Christmas presents for the kids, the barely started and them abandoned craft projects - it all took on a life of its own and we felt powerless to budge it.

After moving into a house where we had room to stage the unpacking and reorganization in a room other than the main rooms - living room, kitchen and bedroom. And even though it was exhausting the process seemed much cleaner.

And then I thought 'I wish I would have thought of taking everything out of the RV once or twice a year and then doing a swift and deep cleaning of the inside.' With everything out I'm sure the two of us could have cleaned the whole inside very well.

While the stuff was outside we could have had a stuff keep or not keep process together. Also outside there would be enough room to hire someone to help. We always liked to find young legs to be climbing the stairs over and over or have enough people that you could just hand things up.

We always maintained a 5x5 storage unit wherever we lived and we were very disciplined about no putting more stuff in there than would fit in our tow vehicle when we moved.

In retrospect I think when we lost control of the stuff we should have moved some of it to storage to be dealt with when we felt better. But hindsight is 20/20 and we couldn't have known that Walt would eventually have to go on disability retirement.  I know the reason we guarded the storage so much was we had to be ready to move quickly if necessary and getting rid of extra stuff at the storage complex can be time consuming and restrictive.

I did find Freecycle to be a great tool to keep stuff moving out of the RV interior. The disposable life is a difficult transition. I imagine it must be close to Buddhism where I understand the suggestion is that only by relieving ourselves from attachment can we gain enlightenment.

Our lack of attachment wasn't complete though because we did maintain a storage unit back in Colorado, our starting out point which hold all of our house contents. We haven't seen the stuff for almost four years so other than a few key items we don't remember what's in there.

So my point: to deep cleaning removing the contents will speed things up and sorting and decision making will seem less overwhelming. Just be sure to watch the weather and get tarps and bricks to put over the stacks if you'll be leaving them outside overnight.

Teenage Girls In the Locker Room at the YMCA

Teenage Girls in the YMCA Locker Room

Four other possible titles:
I am your future.
I used to look like you.
Utters.
The unfortunate night in any teenagers life.

Tonight we went to the sauna at the YMCA. I left my knee brace in my locker. Afterward I showered and wrapped my naked self in a beach towel that almost but not quite covered me.

I gingerly limped across the floor to my locker which had a bench in front of it.

On the bench sat two teenage girls, probably about 15 or 16 years old. They sat at opposite ends of the six foot bench, cross-legged and facing each other wearing street clothes. I went around them to my locker and gingerly started carting my stuff to the next bench. I did this slowly to give them full opportunity to offer to move. The old lady, limping lady, fat lady, annoying lady clause did not kick in for them I guess.

By the second trip it was clear they weren't going to offer. I contemplated asking them to move during the next trip from locker to bench but decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with a possible and likely snotty reaction.

On the fourth and fifth trips I swung widely and quickly, just barely missing them at least four times. The 'misses' were calculated. Carefully. Three times I bent over and stuck my towel wrapped butt between them. Still no response or action but they had gotten awfully quiet. In fact the silence was almost palpable.

Then I went over to MY bench and whipped my towel off. With full frontal nudity I got dressed very slowly, bending over so my boobs sagged and swung and there was no way for one of them to avoid seeing my stomach and stretchmarks . I put my underwear and shorts on with extra awkwardness due to the unbendable knee and then proceeded to put my brace on before putting my bra and top on, bent over, boobs sagging and swinging. I spent extra time ripping the Velcro straps on the brace and realigning them. It's quite the contraption.

I finished dressing and left smiling knowing that the image of my saggy swinging boobs, stretchmarks and saggy belly will be seared in their minds for the rest of their lives.

Those little biotches don't even know what hit em.

Peace be with you and all that jazz..,,

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