Saturday is my cleaning day. For the most part if it doesn't get cleaned on Saturday... it doesn't get cleaned. With two dogs in the house and one the size of a miniature horse, dusting is a never ending job (yet I usually manage only to do it on Saturday). Quiet often as I dust my mind wonders back to a woman I used to go to church with. She was my Sunday School teacher when I first married and moved to town. She was older and was a very mellow, unpretentious soul. After the birth of my second child she dropped by the house to visit with me and to see the baby. I've never been fond of "drop in"
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?