Spring Cleaning

Sunday, March 11, 2007
As I mentioned earlier this week (or is it technically last week?), spring seems to have sprung here in Edmonton. Thank goodness for open windows and fresh air! Unfortunately that also means I really should give my apartment a good going over. I decided not to head over to the climate change rally today and instead I had a giant burst of energy and decided today was the day to attack my kitchen - and I mean that literally. Armed with various (environmentally friendly) cleansers, cloths, and scrubbies, I ventured forth. Spurred forward by the battle cries issuing forth form my MP3 player (nothing quite like Men at Work to get you...working), I washed dishes, scrubbed counters and cleaned the mircowave. And then...my biggest challenge. Behind the stove.

Now, I'm the first to admit I'm not the best housekeeper. And to be honest, I don't really care. I might leave dishes in the sink a bit longer than most, and I might not vacuum every other day (or every week) but it's not as though I live in filth. I just don't feel that my home needs to be perfectly spotless. If I spill something, I'll clean it up right away but I'm not going to sweep my floor every day just because there might be a crumb or two from my morning toast. Knowing this, I don't know what on earth possessed me to decided to clean behind my stove of all places. I've never cleaned behind/underneath it since I moved in ... oh goodness, has it been six years already? That explains what I found back there.

With suprisingly little effort, I managed to move the stove into the middle of the kitchen so that I could clean the space it occuppied. I looked down at the cat hair, dust, bits of cat kibble and crumbs that had accummulated in the past few years and didn't think much of it other than that it was going to take me a while. Then I saw it. A pile of crud ... moved. I'm not talking in the sense of it took a step to the left, or a jump to the right but something in it moved just ever so slightly that it managed to catch my eye. Upon closer inspection I noticed...things...mixed in with the kibble and crumbs. It seems that some sort of alien species had decided to colonize the uninhabited land underneath my stove. I was disgusted. I also made a vow then and there that I will regularly move the stove to sweep up whatever has accummulated behind it. Like the Huns sweeping across Asia, I quickly swept through their new homeland and claimed it for myself. As you can see in the picture, I did quite a good job too if I do say so myself. You might also notice that my kitchen is old, has very cheap cupboards, and the ugliest linoleum ever (that's spotless by the way...the linoleum was designed to look like that which means it constantly looks like it needs a good cleaning). I'm afraid to move the refrigerator. Thank goodness it's too big and awkward for me to do it on my own...

While I was slaving away behind a hot stove for most of the morning, someone else decided to have a nap. He looks a tad bit bitchy that I disturbed his slumber. Why should he sleep while I do all the work? I'm off to finish sweeping and washing the floor, he's gone back to sleep...

5 comments:

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Don't move the fridge!

But now I feel slightly guilty for never having cleaned behind my stove, but only slightly. Generally I would be siding with your cat.

kelly said...

that'll teach you for moving that thing....

* (asterisk) said...

Your cat is the way I want to be when Red is on a cleaning spree.

Moving things is a bad idea. You never know what you'll find!

Red said...

I must say, some items of furniture (mostly in the kitchen, ought not to be moved from their spot -- ever. Sofas, beds, the TV unit... by all means, knock yourself out, but fridges and cookers is never a good idea. And now you want to make that a regular occurrence? Sheesh, girl, you're braver than I am...

Tabby kitty is lovely! Is that his wicker condo he's having a snooze in?

Sniffy said...

Stoves and fridges = bad.

They're just havens for the fluffygreasebunny breeding programme.

Disgusting. They're an argument for turning your kitchen into another reception room and eating out for the rest of your life.

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