Follower of The Way

When a Hoarder Manages the Temple I love to clean.  You name it, I want to tidy it up. Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine. When others talk about their detest for bleach, I always wonder how one could live without that glorious smell.  Through the years, I have helped many a friend straighten, polish, toss, and scrub. I secretly love the idea of a spring clean and I want summer, fall, and winter to to feel the joy of no clutter or dust. No season should be left behind.  I also love to watch shows about cleaning. I'm always interested in some new technique, or tool which promises to get the job done in half the time. I have been caught enjoying infomercials in the middle of the night, phone in hand, poised to purchase the latest nonsense being sold.  This blog isn't long enough for me to list all the wonderful and not so wonderful inventions that have made their way into my humble abode.  Would you like to know a secre...