It's my last night at Green Acres. Tomorrow night I will be sleeping at the Fortress of Solitude. It's like I'm moving deep into the woods. My expectations are high, but my bones are weary.
Landlord Jerry told me today that his partner's wife had no right to tell me not to clean the place I'm moving out of. He was making the new place as spotless as he possibly could, and he was collecting a cleaning deposit from the new tenants of my old place, so he would "appreciate it" if I would do the best I can to get it clean.
Heh. So I've been up to my elbows in rubber gloves and chemicals all afternoon, trying to get the toilet to look new again. That's not going to happen, so I settled for getting rid of as much of the stain from the brown water as my old muscles and CLR "Fresh Scent" non-abrasive foam spray could manage.
Then I used Comet and SOS pads. That probably wasn't the best idea, mixing chemicals like that, but it's as far as I'm going to take this project. From what I've seen, I don't think he's going to get the toilet at the Fortress much cleaner.
I've also been sweeping away cobwebs, high and low, and wiping surfaces. I even got the back door screen mostly free of debris. I couldn't find anything to clean glass, though (at least not anything in a spray bottle that still worked), so I'll add that to the list of things to get done in the morning.
And on and on and on. This is my life, at least for now. I'll spare you the details and just say that I haven't been able to sit down for five minutes all day without seeing something I needed to do, or remembering something that had to be done.
That would explain why this entry is so sketchy. (Either that or it's those cleaning chemicals.)