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"Salad days" is a Shakespearean idiomatic expression meaning a youthful time, accompanied by the inexperience, enthusiasm, idealism, innocence, or indiscretion that one associates with a young person. In Anthony and Cleopatra, Cleopatra says, "...My salad days, / When I was green in judgment, cold in blood..."

When I was young and my granny was old, she used to, like she called it, scrub up the floor: mop the open part of it without swiping first, getting under the furniture or moving things around. Back then, I turned my nose up at such tidying up, because some dust remained in the corners, and because she scrubbed the floors up every three or four days, meaning that they never grew particularly dusty and grubby.

Since then, I have learned otherwise. It is better to swing your mop around a bit when you don't have time or energy to do more then let the grit accumulate. It helps with mental work, too, for whatever reason: if you keep procrastinating important tasks, cleaning house is tied closely with lifting the "cobwebs" from your mind. (Damned if I know how this last connection works, but it does.)


Когда я была маленькой, а бабушка - старенькой, она регулярно, как она выражалась, "подтирала полы" - швабрила свободное пространство, не подметая предварительно, не залезая под мебель и не передвигая занимающие место на полу предметы. Я тогда задирала нос на подобную уборку, потому что по углам-то пыль при ней оставалась, и потому что бабушка регулярно "подтирала полы" и они никогда не были слишком грязными.

Но теперь я понимаю, что бабушка была права. Лучше помахать шваброй по середине комнат, если нет сил на более тщательную уборку, чем давать им медленно зарастать. К тому же уборка физическая почему-то активно связана с "уборкой" психологической. Если не делается какое-то дело, разберёшься дома, или на работе (на рабочем столе, например, или полы "подотрёшь") - смотришь, а "паутина" исчезает также и в голове.


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Feb. 25th, 2019 02:06 am (UTC)
Some people tidy up when there is too much to do. I think it's a form of procrastination. But enough people do that that there must truly be something to it. I procrastinate on the housekeeping, like floor mopping. (Some things, like cooking, don't wait. Neither do hungry families!) The only thing that really spurs me to action is if I know guests are coming over. We used to joke after we moved into this house that the only time we put more pictures on the wall was when someone was scheduled to come over. At that, it took at least three years to get them all up. And my mom was a talented artist, so we're not talking paper posters here.

Hey Elena, I'm in a dead heat on a two-way tie for dreamwidth/livejournal idol. Care to put in a vote for me? I'm continuing my Martian colonization stories. The deadline is in one hour. Oops, I just realized you are probably asleep now. Oh well. Sweet dreams!
Feb. 26th, 2019 05:09 am (UTC)
Oops, sorry I did not reply at once, yesterday was very busy.

Yes, the deadlines are in the dead of the night for me, so an hour before I am asleep most weeks. - But I read everything this season and had already voted and couldn't give you more than the one vote. So congratulations on staying in the competition!

Oh, yes. Tidying ~can be procrastination, too. And it can help. Strange.

We do the extra clean up before someone comes too :D
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