So it turns out that "holy crap, my parents are going to be here at nine in the morning tomorrow" is a terrific motivator for finally getting my home-making shit together. I've been doing yard work -- and discovering that, even more so than housework, yard work is never done. I've been buying things that I should have bought a long time ago: guest towels, kitchen stuff, bookshelves to augment my overflowing ones, a space heater for the chilly loft -- and yesterday, a beautiful antique oak drop-leaf table. But today was the big day, because today was the day I cleaned. I mean I really cleaned. I've lived in this house for over a year, and today I cleaned so hard, I discovered a closet that I barely even knew existed. A closet full of baunch.* Two hours later, we have a real, functioning coat closet, and a trash can and recycling bin full of baunch. We have a place to put coats! Finally! I thought I'd need money to solve that problem, and it turned out all I needed was courage and time!
For those of you, and I'm talking about royhuggins here, who thought the house was actually clean before, prepare to be impressed when you see it! And for those of you who knew the house wasn't clean, but were too polite to say anything (Matt, probably), y'all should prepare to be impressed, too.
* Baunch is the noun for stuff that's baunchy, that is, junky, white-trashy stuff of the sort that collects in the back of closets.