There’s nothing like a clean, well-lighted sink.
Got three of them shining the other day. I usually wipe one every morning I shower, removing the half-used toothpaste drops, moustache trimmings and occasional pieces of hair from a head that doesn’t need to lose any more. Hair, that is.
Did not always do this. Clean the bathroom sink, not lose hair. Started it about two years ago when living with a bunch of veterans, most of whom failed to clean up after using the sink in our two bathrooms. That’s two bathrooms for nearly 30 guys. Women used an employees facility for privacy.
Saw a guy clean up after himself. He put so much of himself into doing it, I admired his actions, and wanted to be like him. I started to pick up after myself and found that I got a sense of “reward” out of doing something for someone else and receiving nothing in return except for the feeling that I had done some good in service to another.
Have done it at home ever since and continue to get that feeling of goodness, peace and calm. I am simply “living in the moment” when I work. I don’t think of any thing while cleaning except for cleaning. I enjoy seeing the spigot shine. All over, not just the long part where water comes out, but the base where the two levers are, the hot and cold handles.
I wipe a big H and the C until I see no fingerprints, no markings on the round porcelain top. Handle’s gotta shine, before I shift my attention to the metal base where it comes into contact with the porcelain sink. That’s where the grime often gathers, particularly, at the bottom of the metal plate. I scrub extra hard to get all rust-like colors away from the sink.
Next, I follow the pattern of the top of the sink. We have a round indentation to the 2nd floor bathroom sink at the Conshohocken, PA home. I wipe along the lines, feeling like a Michelangelo creating a beautiful work of art. Sinks are works of art, come to think of it. Clean ones. Well-lighted ones. Just looking at one can set a good mood, get me feeling more eager in the morning to face the day. A dirty sink, subconsciously, may set me off on the wrong track. Why take that chance?
I cleaned all the kitchen counters before cleaning the kitchen sink. Boy talk about rust stains. Had to leave “Soft Scrub” settle into the streaks that led to the disposal opening. Spent more time on the sink than any of the counter tops, but looking back, (actually, looking down and toward the front of me) I can understand how some women feel about having the day go so much better when they’ve cleaned the sink the night before.
Haven’t cleaned the kitchen sink the last few days. But, I’ve gotten into the habit of making the first floor powder room water spouts shine above the clean, well-lighted sink. Doing it every day, whether it needs it or not.
It does. Need it.
Just like me. Every day. It’s meditative. I “lose” myself in it, and know that what I do gives me so much meaning despite what someone may say is simply a mundane task. It is in the mundane that I find a clean, well lighted place. That I can be a “clean, well-lighted place.” Or should I say a “clean, well-lighted person?”
Weird. I’m feeling the same way, except that I’ve gone about it painting all my walls white. I need to get back to a clean, simple life. There is something theraputic about cleaning. It’s my favorite past time when I’m upset. Keep enlightening us. I look forward to it…
What you said – that Ladies have a better day if they have cleaned the sink the night before – it is SO true!
That was one of my new years resolutions this year because of that very reason.
I have a ‘thing’ about sinks – sometimes the house would be in absolute melt down (I was sick a couple years back and my Ex. wasn’t – well – ‘enthusiastic’ about domestic concerns) but if the sink was clear and gleaming it somehow seemed like the rest of the mess would be easier to handle on my own.
We all need at least one ‘clean, well lighted place’ – I think the sink is a great place to start *grin*
I got the idea for this post from a woman in India. Now I’ve communicated it to a woman in Canada.
what a small world we live with the Internet!
This is the link:
http://mittaipink.wordpress.com/2009/12/28/the-allure-of-the-sink/ (check out my last comment to her, the ninth reply!)
You’re so right. There’s something about a sink being clean. I remember being so turned off on seeing an old friend (former girlfriend) during a visit to her home (alone, just the two of us) when I saw cheerios floating in a mixture of water and milk in a clogged sink. One of her kids must have done it. But, I could not see myself investing much more of my self into her.
did that come out the right way?
why do I get this sinking feeling it may not have come from such a “clean, well lighted place?” I hope you’ll get the point.
(did I just do it again? Let me seeing the cleaning lady.)