Archive for Wednesday, August 30, 2000

Cleaning and those students

August 30, 2000

Emily and I went to visit my hometown last weekend, leaving a "to do" list behind for my husband. Most of the chores involved cleaning which after six years of marriage still means something completely different to him than it does to me.

His definition of cleaning is quite macho. I came home to a house of rearranged furniture and freshly vacuumed floors, but also to an untouched layer of dust and an unscrubbed bathroom.

This isn't the first time this has happened at my house. Cleaning, to him, means moving big pieces of furniture across the room. I think the only reason he vacuums is to capture all the dust bunnies he lets loose in the process.

I have given up on explaining what a dust rag is and how and where to use it. I can imagine the look of disgust I would get if he knew what I do to clean the bathroom. I don't know if he is aware of our kitchen.

Yet it never fails, when company visits, they rant and rave about the new arrangement of our furniture, not even noticing the dust.

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  • If you drive, shop or walk onto your front porch to fetch the newspaper, you've noticed college students are back.

I try to stock up on anything I would need from the cleaning supply and "that would look so cute in my dorm room" aisles at discount stores before August.

But, I didn't realize how much college students and my 2-year-old have in common until a shopping trip last week in Lawrence. Shopping with Emily means visiting the toy aisles and the electronics department (she loves all the TVs).

She was just as surprised as I was to see a group of college girls in the toy aisles seeking dorm room accessories and making fun of Barbie.

So we decided to go look at the TVs instead, but couldn't get through the crowd of college boys looking through the video games for their Play Stations or Segas (or whatever is popular at the moment I had an Atari).

Frustrated, we headed for the check-out line, where a lady much older than me (she was in her 30s) was complaining about all the college students to the college-age cashier.

She must be new to town.

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