
After Mom had her cataract surgery, she looked around her house and complained about how filthy it was. Nobody said, “No shit, that’s why we sneak in to clean the place whenever you are gone for the day.” We were hopeful that her better vision might usher in a new era of modern cleanliness.
We forgot that people have a remarkable ability to adapt and overlook, if that’s what it takes to not have to change or do anything.
Mom would have liked Rusty and his rustic bathroom habits.1 After Rusty moved out, the empty-the-room deep clean allowed me to notice the nicks and scratches that had accumulated on the door thresholds and trim. My new project is patching and painting.







