What is it about the stuff "we end up" with that makes us want to keep it around? As I am taking a running LEAP at cleaning today - I am laughing at the trinkets and piles that seem to eddy and swirl into each corner of the homestead. Like... isn't that a pile I began sorting in 1998? But somehow it adapts, evolves, changes and survives from house to house and state to state!
It is not actually the same pile, but it is the habit of piling. I remember a time management seminar outline that explained you should put things in their final place, not touch them twice. That is an ambitious thought. I am typically creating and unearthing the place that things are going to go by shifting the piles that ended up on that surface... so it is an ebb and flow process.
And would somebody PLEASE create a super-amazing- never-thought-of-but-undeniably BRILLIANT use for dog hair?? Cause I would be swimmin' in Benjamins if that stuff ever became a commodity!
Anywhoooooo... I just wanted to blog for a moment because it is ineffably frustrating to take a stab at the first Spring clean of the year. The dust still has its winter coat, and the pasty stench of winter hibernation resists Pledge, Clorox, Murphy's Soap and everything yummy smelling... and thus requires 2 coats of Mr. Miyagi style "wax on/wax off." So I will return to the diligent wiping now!
Later taters...
Ya'll blow that pollen off your table tops and let Spring know it is WELCOME up in here!
Peace...
-Bowdawg
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