I do not do spring cleaning. Frankly, I think that spring is a time to be outside; cleaning up broken limbs, tilling, planning, plotting and getting ready for all those unspoken promises your yard has for you, but your time and energy fail to finish. Okay, maybe I’m just talking about me here, but I start spring with big plans and finish with some tomatoes.
This is fall and holidays and visitors and time for the fall “de-clutter” cleaning. I have unchained myself from my computer. My final book edit is in Chapter 6 and while I do remind myself, daily, that the last two chapters are but a shadow of their selves-to-be, I am taking time to get my muscles moving again to de-clutter and clean. Before I get back and figure out how to make my homepage be what I envision. Then there is my writing blog, MySpace, and something called Twitter. All of which must match the look of the website. Will I ever catch up?
Where does all this crap come from, anyway? I mean the junk in my house, not all the stuff on the internet, although that is a good question. I still have things mom left here, for me to go through, when she moved into her apartment three years ago. Since she is talking about coming back, she is very ill, with all four of her heart valves leaking and her veins giving way from the pressure, she will need some help. I think I had better make some room around here. EMT boy will be moving on to college or the military come spring, so we might just use that as a time to move mom back here. It’s up to her.
But, first, I have clutter to evaporate. Just why do we need two monopoly games? Actually three if we count the wall of stuff Gaffer has stored here yet. Or, an antique, ripped satiny sleeping bag? Or three scanners? Or these antique computer towers? No one watches the VHS tapes anymore. And, I literally have 10 Rubbermaid’s of paperwork that I have swept off my desk to attend to later. Most of that will probably be burnt. And, then there is that irksome visiting rabbit.
Just when I was getting attached to her, she up and bit me. She likes to do her own interior decorating and had worked tirelessly to put her blanket in the ceramic bowl she likes to sit in. Ceramic bowls are cold on rabbit’s butts.. I imagine they would be cold on anyone’s bare butt. Stupid me, I was going to give her some lettuce, carrots and alfalfa, so I took the blanket out of the bowl and got bit. I think a simple sneeze, like irritating little Chihuahua does when she is irritated with you, would have sufficed.
So, we shall let the rabbit have her clutter and I will concentrate on the human’s clutter.