Cleaning the Church

Well, yes. My part-time job is performing the assistant sexton duties at my church, which means cleaning. I clean the pulpit, I clean the minister’s office, I clean the kitchen, I clean five bathrooms, I clean all the Sunday School classrooms, and I clean the stairwells.

Sometimes this means sweeping up a lot of crushed Goldfish crackers, scrubbing finger paint out of a rug, wiping handprints off the woodwork. And sometimes it means there is a nasty note in the office from a parishioner: “Please tell whoever is cleaning to mop the stairs. They look atrocious!” Cranky old lady!

But there are rewards for me as well. My minister loves how I clean her office. For me, it is a mitzvah, an almost holy act, to clean her office. She saved my life several years ago…

However, the thing I like most about cleaning my church (other than my OCD being gratified) is the myriad of spiders I meet. Spiders love church! I don’t kill them, but sometimes I urge them to find a better hiding place. Life is where you find it, and sometimes it’s in a web.

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End of Summer

We have had a long summer in New England. Even today, it’s blue skies and sunshine and no humidity. We’ve gotten a bit spoiled. I realized summer had ended when I saw a young deer and a coyote crossing the street in one day. They are looking for a winter bunker. And in my garden, planted with echinacea, hyssop, daisies, and lemon balm, the bees and butterflies have disappeared. They were busy all summer storing up for winter.

I sometimes feel more in touch with nature than people.

Here are some photos from my garden this summer.

Recession Depression – Whine Version

It’s been a bad summer, hasn’t it? I’ve had friends lose jobs, I’ve seen longtime local small businesses close, my own small business has slowed down, and my spouse is working 2 jobs now.
Vacations? HAH. Back to school shopping? $50 was all we could spend. Help with the yardwork? I wish.
I did get a very very part-time job at a non-profit, and even that is now under threat. They cut the hours in half and are now discussing how to cut it even further. It’s nothing fabulous – I clean. I clean an old church now. It’s also the church I attend, which is a little weird. People don’t know how to talk to me now.
I was comforted by a friend who told me that her husband had just lost his biggest client – no more European vacations for her for a while. But she has a fun job, and my spouse is hiring her for projects, and her husband has a unique specialty so he’ll have no trouble getting a new big client.
And I am cleaning. Yesterday I cleaned the pulpit, the pews, the foyer, 5 bathrooms, a kitchen, a parlor and an office. Did it in 2-1/2 hours too. But…
I guess I should be buffing up the old resume instead of blogging, because I have a feeling that this is not going to end well.
Sorry for the whining. Oh, did I mention it’s October? The Sox are not in the play-offs, and the leaves are not changing, and soon winter will be here.
Umm. So again, sorry for whining.