I cleaned under the fridge and range today. It is a job that has been on my list for, like, two years. It began because something we needed fell behind and I figured, since I was back there, I would do the dirty work.
It is such a satisfying job. I yank and pull and push and drag to get the range away from the wall. Then, the washing begins. I wash down the wall--greasy dust is a cinch! The cabinets next to the range always offer glued on surprises that I get to scrub and scrape. Dust the back of the range, sweep, and generally dispose of all surface dust. Now scrub and scrape at the random, non-recognizable dried pools of a former food substance. The walls, the cabinets, the floor now sparkle so that you can almost hear the *ting* as the light refracts off the surfaces.
Repeat the process with the refrigerator. Add to the job the vacuuming of the vents and coils.
I yank and pull and push and drag the heavy appliances back into their places and take a deep breath. I am sweaty, and kind of out of breath. I have a dirty mop head and gray rags to prove that I have just done a hard job.
Then, looking proudly at my completed work, I realize that YOU CAN'T TELL. It's all covered up by a range and a refrigerator.
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