I used to have this fantasy.
It was one of those dream sequences,
like the one drama geeks have about being
"Discovered" while riding the bus to drama camp,
but mine was about house cleaning.
Yes people, that's the way I roll.
I used to dream that upon coming back
from vacation I would find my house magically cleaned,
re-organized, de-cluttered, and sparkly new.
Everything would be magically just the way I'd always
wanted it, but never actually spent the time doing.
Sigh.
Why the past tense?
Well... I've got a new fantasy.
This one's about Jam.
Yes people, Jam.
It's about coming home to find your raspberries picked,
made into jam, and put away on the shelf.
Poof, like magic! Summer stored away for the cold months.
And know what?
Thanks to my sister, the Estimable O, and my Mom,
it totally happened.
So much better than finding everything in the kitchen's
been moved, and not being able to find the fruit knives!