A side issue with the cleaning streak cropped up regarding the tablecloth for the kitchen table. A great effort was put into cleaning all the various things off of the table, which I'm glad to say I missed since the table accumulates an enormous number of things which defy any classification into anything besides ``items left on the table''. Mostly it's papers or mail, with a few boxes of 12-packs of soda, except when my father decides to take the soda cans out of the box and put them in files by the side of the box, saving absolutely no valuable table space. He likes taking them out of the boxes; I can't guess why.
As this might imply the tablecloth doesn't get cleaned as much as might be ideal, since it's too much bother to get all the stuff off of it. But the tablecloth was off, along with everything else, and my father found it laying in a heap on his bed. So we had the question of whether my mother had run the tablecloth through the laundry or not. My father's position was that she must have, since there's no logical reason for the tablecloth to be on the bed otherwise. There may not seem to be much logical reason for a tablecloth to ever be on the bed, but you should understand that's where my parents toss laundry they've done. (If they take my laundry out of the dryer, they toss it on my bed, whether or not I've woken up.) My position was that it probably hadn't been laundered yet because there were still some visible food stains.
My father argued back that the stains were probably set permanently, and besides there wasn't any cat hair on it. The cats, particularly the basically white ones, like to spend their time trying to meld with the tablecloth, particularly if they can be in the way. And as I started to form a response I realized that I had absolutely no emotional or intellectual investment in whether I was right or wrong, and I gave up the dispute as utterly meaningless to me. (It's an attitude like this which kept me from ever considering joining a debating club, despite my natural contrarian impulse and ability to swiftly jump around disparate partially reasoned points until whoever I might talk to is tired of the subject or at least of me.) So I put the tablecloth on, and positioned the stains to minimize how noticeable they might be.
Trivia: Captain James Cook's Endeavour ran aground on the Great Barrier Reef around 11 pm on the evening of 11 June 1770. Source: Discoveries: The Voyages of Captain Cook, Nicholas Thomas.
Currently Reading: Challenge To Apollo: The Soviet Union and the Space Race, 1945 - 1974, Asif A Siddiqi.