There is nothing like company to make you clean up. I am house cleaning. Same stuff, different day, everyday, but today I have to do something about the clutter, company's coming.
|Cluttered, for now!|
I sit in this place day in and day out knowing that I must get rid of the clutter. And while I am thinking of that I distract myself with something else, like a catalogue since just the thought of clearing away the clutter causes me great fatigue. Nothing gets done. While starring at it all, well not all since it is all over, I wonder how it came to be. Then I spy a box I have sitting on top of a wardrobe in my living room. It contains two sets of mini decorative plates which I am assuming that at one point I thought it was a nice idea, but for the life of me I cannot remember why I have two sets. And why are they still in the box they where shipped in?
I see papers accumulated during my work years. They are here because each day, each year I think, "some of that paperwork will be useful one day." Really? I see containers and containers and containers of 40 years of my parents paperwork that came into my custody. I see the start and stop of wannabe hobbies. I see cleaning supplies, laundry, and rain boots from that day it rained. When was that?
There is more. I see the unofficial grave site of electronics and appliances. I am the place where "As Seen on TV" items are delivered. Yeah, I see those.
Company's coming. I am making lateral shifts with the clutter, slowly realizing that all I have done is rearrange it neatly. At least I can see more floor. And the sofa is freed up.
I think I should make an effort from now on to clean up today's messes today, not just clean up for company. Is that the bell?