Clean.

Lately I have been obsessed with all things Clean. Clean bathrooms, clean cars, clean sheets, clean towels, the smell of clean, clean laundry, clean me, clean windows, vents, etc.

I think Monday night Greg and I sporadically cleaned his room and bathroom and the kitchen. I fear I am my mother, disinfecting everything in sight. Yet, it is reassuring watching Clorox sit in weak bubbles on the counter tops: attacking germs and bacteria. Wiping away dirt to a shiny finish. Clean bathrooms are BIG to me. I hate the way a dirty bathroom feels. I hate seeing all that grim collected in certain spots contaminating my presence. Or bookshelves covered in dust, dust that you are breathing in.
When I lived in a dorm, weekly I would clean our sink and Lysol the air conditioner vent. Whoever invented Lysol is amazing.
Greg spent about 45 minutes scrubbing his shower with a little toothbrush and Lyme Away. It was way gross. Now, I think he has the cleanest shower in the complex.
I cleaned my room at my aunt’s the other day. Collecting dust on paper towels and washing my sheets. Today I washed the towels.
Also today, I cleaned the cars. I was driving home from school and I realized how gross my car was. Greg’s allergies have been attacking horribly lately and I thought that clean cars (no dust or dirt) might help us a bit. So I bought air freshener and cleaning wipes and spent a couple of hours cleaning our horribly dirty cars. Greg’s was AWFUL. Tomorrow morning we are vacuuming them and getting our cars washed. Right now they are tinted yellow from all of the gross pollen in the air.
Speaking of gross pollen, I have no allergies. But lately, I feel like I do. I think that there is THAT much pollen in the air. I can only imagine how Greg feels. Well, he has a Kleenex box constantly attached to his wrist.

I have also been looking for housing lately. I found a really cute and really small efficiency. Really small. But it has a kitchen (tiny kitchen), a bathroom, and a nice closet. It also has these awesome rafters hanging in the ceiling. It’s in a really neighborhood, close to school, and right behind a church. A big Presbyterian church. Supposedly, at night you can see the stained glass windows shine from the efficiency. I hope it works out.

Greg plays a show at Central Market on April 12. Come out!