The toilet cleans itself
I get undressed to shower, dropping my clothes on the tiled bathroom floor. Afterwards I will put my foot into my discarded boxers and use them like a dust mop, wiping the floor and then sliding them down the hallway along the smooth sliver of wood between the baseboard of the wall and the faux-wool rug — an area that collects dust, demands vigilance. And that’s how I keep things clean around here.
Likewise, the kitchen floor might get attention when it’s time to change out the dish towel that hangs from the oven, that has hung there for well more than a month. Just toss it on the floor, push it around a bit rather un-strategically, then open the basement door and kick it down the stairs into the darkness for someday’s laundry and, as they say, viola. That’s how you clean the kitchen floor. Clean enough, anyway.
Though I’m not in the bird killing business, I like to think of it as two birds, one stone. And if it is not a time saver, then it is a matter of available resources. The boxers, the dish towel, the paper towel that I blew my nose into, turned over to the clean side and then wiped a small spot of dried cabernet from the countertop with — they were available, so I sourced them. I am not by nature efficient, but when I see such an opportunity, I’m certainly not blind to it.
