My students sometimes give me great inspiration–they set my mind on various adventures and my fingers walking through the internet to search for answers and sometimes more questions.
And sometimes they inspire me, through their rather awkward fumblings toward a point not yet determined, to take a break from reading and do housework. Such was this morning’s inspiration, which led me to scrub the lower kitchen cupboards.
They need a paint job badly, but I tend to save those kinds of projects for when H. is out of town, and I’ve stayed here. I can make a grand mess of my house without anyone inconvenienced but myself, and I can take my time and work at odd hours if I like–playing music I might not want others to know I listen to.
But this morning’s inspiration started at the cupboards and rapidly expanded to the kitchen floor. Then, since I was emptying the dirty floor-cleaning water in the toilet and getting clean water from the tub, I thought I might as well wash the bathroom rugs and wipe down that floor, too.
By now, the inspiration has worn off a bit, and I’m ready to go back into class for awhile and see if I can get some more of either the mind-expanding or housework-provoking kind.