Cleaning Time
October 9 2025
Filly stretched out on the black leather sofa where she had fallen asleep the night before. Her left leg cramped as she stretched causing her to yank her leg back in and try to adjust. The phone was not playing anymore, but when she had sat on the sofa, in the early evening, it had been to listen to another Reacher audio book. Read by Dick Hill.
What a name was that? Dick Hill? Imagine being a little Muslim kid and having to climb up on that? Oh wait, Muslims name all their kids Mohammad. LOL And they live in England now where no one is stopping little kids from having to climb up on old men.
Listening to that voice was a great way to get to sleep. Filly did not even remember more than a few sentences that were read. She would have to replay the whole book again when she was cleaning, so she could not fall asleep…the stories were always about the good guy winning. And she was about to start her second day of nothing but cleaning house.
Or maybe she slept well because the TV was also on. First the Charlie Kirk Show, which she found by accident, which was good, and then something about Trump with two guys laughing and debating how democrats were in a quandary because they would have now have to choose to be gun owner supporters because supposedly Trump said that maybe there should be a ban on Trans people having a gun,(lol..which button to push??? as a dopey demo?) and Trump doing a talk, and then The pioneer woman. Filly woke up once at three am. and started copying down recipes that were playing on that TV show with Ree hustling out some good eats. Chicken pineapple flatbread…Bagel sausage breakfast burgers…Roasted broccoli salad, and chicken vegetable skillet dinner…to name a few. DELISH.
She did not copy the recipe for meat and veggie skewers…but she DID copy the snack using donuts filled with ice cream and rolled in sprinkles and drizzled in chocolate that could be frozen for kids. YUM.
Then she fell asleep again, and had two very different distinct dreams. The first dream was outside. She was in a “bunny hop line” but they were not doing the bunny hop, they were doing a long winding line where they walked and ran. They were singing a song together as they did this …it was the Kumbayah song, only they never sang Kumbayah.
Someone’s singing lord ( walking)
Sing with me (running)
Oh lord ( walking) sing with me (running)
They went right down the line, with someone is laughing lord, someones talking Lord, Someone is dancing Lord, Someone is walking Lord, someone is running Lord, Someone is working Lord, someone is playing Lord, someone is eating Lord, and so on. Filly loved this dream, the singing was resoundingly loud and there were thousands, maybe millions of people in the line.
Then she dreamed that her friend had bought a new house. Her friend Cyndi. And Filly went to see the new house. And one part of the house was for adults, and it was a disaster, stuff everywhere, even stepped on skittles and M&M’s. But the kid part of the house, was accessed by walking through a narrow door. There were six kids in that wing. They were in an old fashioned bathroom, (with the small octagonally shaped black and white tile like what was in this old house that Filly grew up in that was for sale) and they were brushing their teeth, in a row, like Madeline the book…all the kids in an orderly row…and happy.
She went through the entire wing..six little beds all in a row, neatly made and six little pairs of slippers on the side of the bed, and six little stuffies on each bed. Now she knew this was a dream because the beds of kids she knew had a zillion stuffed animals. That wing was orderly and neat as a pin, the opposite of most houses she knew where the kids were doing what they were supposed to be doing and the adults were not. lol
Filly could not remember how the dream ended only she had asked who one girl was and the girls name was Micheaux. Filly did not know why that girl was in her friend Cyndi’s house because she lived in NC and had been friends with Filly’s older sister.
She got up. Time to start on day two of house cleaning. Filly had started on the kitchen and laundry room. Every time her husband had to put out fish food for the tropical fish tank, he would swoop Filly’s decor items over to a big pile, and would complain that she took up all the counter space. She needed her own cabinet space she decided. So she relocated some treasured knick knacks to a mantel over the fireplace in the kitchen (her collection of storyteller dolls) and the treasured collection of porcelain “children” and “babies” to the antique but prominent cabinet in the formal dining room, a room where she also did all her painting, because if she dropped paint on the floor it could be cleaned easily.
She had put many of her recent paintings on the wall in the laundry room all the way up to the ceiling. She had taken all the fine red Italian canisters and the vintage yellow canisters off the antique French cutting board table so that it could be seen better and put the candelabra on the table…the ones that her husband thought were “nasty” images. Filly disagreed. She loved them and the sparkling crystals hanging from them that caught the light. She had downgraded a bunch of coffee mugs since neither of them were actually drinking much coffee any more.
She got her Clorox cleaner with bleach and sprayed everything with it…loving how clean and white the baseboards and the cabinets became. This was just day two. Maybe she would go on to day three and day for. Who knew?
Filly picked her random bible verse … Matthew 17 7 But Jesus came and touched them. “Get up,” he said. “Don’t be afraid.”
Matthew 17:7 recounts an event where Jesus touches His disciples and tells them, “Get up, do not be afraid,” reassuring them after they were terrified by a divine revelation. This moment emphasizes Jesus’ compassion and the call to rise above fear in faith. Filly had faith.
Filly guessed this had to do with her dream about a really clean house…and how those who needed to clean house in all aspects of government and life, could do so, and clear the drains…eliminate the swamp, without fear.
Time to get up and get going. Thank you God for I know you hear me always.
Filly turned back on her Pioneer woman show to listen to, while she worked. The name of it was “project pens” where the ranchers tore down some pens that were unusable and not tidy, and cut down cedar trees that were bad for the cattle. Autopen cleaning any one? lol No fear.
Then Filly remembered a third dream she had…where she was walking with the Pioneer woman down the street just talking, and the lady was very humble and nice. Not surprising…she was just like her TV persona. Filly smiled…glad she remembered.
When she went to put a picture for this story, she was going to use a photo from online but it had watermarks on it. So she asked Grok to do a picture, and it had a filly with platinum blond hair. LOL. “NO ”GROK…glad you like my hair but I need a brown horse in the field”. The above photo is what Grok made. Must think Filly is a star =)