After the relatives go home for the holidays, it is my grandmother's annual cleanup of everything. She routinely goes through every drawer in the house, wipes it out, and rearranges things how she likes them. Having so many people in the house causes a great upset in the fine-tuned organization of the house, and she takes great pleasure in setting things back to rights. Earlier in my visit we had a conversation regarding general habits, and she claims that she is never happier than when she is cleaning and singing to keep herself occupied. Sure enough, today she is rummaging around in the basement area (which resembles a perfectly organized and arranged version of the The Junk Lady in Labyrinth. "Don't you like your toys?") and singing 'Jingle Bells' as loud as she possibly can.
I don't think I've ever seen her happier.
I don't think I've ever seen her happier.