I was wandering through Barnes & Noble the other day (and yes, I stuck to my guns and didn’t buy a single book) when I found myself in the “home building and maintenance” section. I usually have no use for this area of the bookstore because a) I am not a “handy type” who can fix things or succeed at home improvement projects (I can’t even paint a wall very well) and b) housework is not exactly my favorite hobby.
But anyway, there I was, and on the bottom shelf, I spied a book that I had seen advertised somewhere. Martha Stewart’s Homekeeping Handbook. There’s Martha on the cover, looking all happy and stylin’. (I can assure you that I don’t look nearly as happy or stylin’ when I’m cleaning, but I realize that some people reap great joy, stress-relief, and/or a sense of accomplishment from housekeeping, so they too might look thrilled to be holding a bottle of Windex. To each her own.)
For a brief moment, I had the thought that if I bought this book, perhaps I could streamline my housekeeping, find new and better ways to keep things looking spiffy in less time, and maintain my home effortlessly while actually increasing my blog-reading time. And that, as Martha would say, would be “a good thing.” So I bent down to snatch it off the shelf and examine it more closely.
I underestimated Martha.
Rather than “snatching” that book up, I ended up dropping it on the floor. Because it weighs about 20 pounds. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but seriously, the book is h.u.g.e. According to Amazon.com, it has 752 pages. 752?! And this is no pocket-sized book; it’s a 9.3 x 7.5-inch tome. And did I mention that it has 752 pages?
Here’s the thing: If housekeeping is really that involved, if I have to read 752 pages to do it right… then I want nothing to do with it. Seriously, I’m thinking that it would take me longer to read that book than it would to clean my house (with my special “minimalist cleaning style,” of course) weekly for a year or so.
I put the book back on the shelf without even cracking open the cover. Sorry Martha, but a 752-page book on maintaining my home just isn’t “a good thing.” I can’t make that kind of commitment.
Before I left the home maintenance section, I spied another book on the shelf above the smiling Martha. The title? How to Cheat at Cleaning: Time-Slashing Techniques to Cut Corners and Restore Your Sanity. Now, that is more my style. I’ll have to check that one out next time I’m there. And since it’s a mere 240 pages, I might even be willing to read it.
















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