Next to Godliness?

I dropped in on a neighbour – and found her cocooned in newspapers, and sprinkled with dust. I immediately took to her. Does mess bind us together? If so then, why do we aim at the hotel lobby look when guests come over?

My mother, a brilliant conversationalist who hated housework, shrugged her shoulders, saying, “Guests leave my house feeling good about themselves. After all, their house must look better”

And I remember visiting retired friends, who had a sanitized, child-free house. In the car going home, I told Bill glumly that after that I would have to blitz our sitting room. Bill agreed their house was beautiful, but “a man couldn’t be comfortable there.”

I perked up. “What does a man need?”

“To be able to throw papers on the floor.”

“And have a loo I full of dog bowls and boots?” I query hopefully, getting into the swing of things.

My neighbour and I parted warmly, united in our happy messiness. To further cheer her, I told her about my mother selling her home. It was old and needed redecorating, so she was leery of the realtor.

“Old?” He asked. “Period – with cobwebs?”

“Cobwebs,” my mother replied, vindicated, “that I can do!”


About UntraveledRoads

Fascinated by life, looking for answers to chronic pain and finding unexpected gifts. Interested in people, ideas, healing and humour. I am very happily married with three children and a kitten. As English born immigrants to Canada, we have family spread overseas, a daughter in South Africa and one in England. We also run a charity in South Africa to educate black, rural South African Women. Our first girl from a rural township has just graduated as an accountant from Johannesburg University and got a good job in a bank.
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