the basil plant is hanging in there. the coffee table has been unearthed from a heap of pop culture items. i am NOT living on cereal and popcorn while derek is gone. all my stuff has finally been unpacked from the seattle trip, just in time to pack for dallas. my stick-vac is a wonder of science.
in an ongoing effort to clean shit out of my house, i've managed to get my piles in check. i can once again see a flat surface on part of my desk. the cats think this means i've made a place for them to lay down whenever someone is sitting here. strangely, they don't give a fig about climbing up here unless they hear the clacking of a keyboard or the sound of packages being wrapped. (and you thought cats hated tape.) honestly, for three cats that are such complete bed hogs, it's difficult to imagine why they want to wedge themselves between a lamp and a computer while tromping through a case full of sharpies. it makes me feel the love.
i wonder sometimes if i should just chuck everything and start over. a spartan lifestyle would give me a fresh start... to accumulate more once again. how many times have i repeated the mantra "holy shit, i have too much stuff - i need to get rid of this" while ramping up into a feng shui cleaning rampage? how often has the chore of taking in my recyclables led to a full-scale green seizure? argh, i don't really need anything i have; i don't really need to punish myself for having stuff around the house. it's a small house that keeps us from getting too much without feeling the discomfort of having too much. more space is all too tempting. this is why the two of us don't want an excess of square footage.
and on the subject of green seizures... does anyone else occasionally see a big flashing sign in their head with the word "ENTROPY!" on it while they're shopping green or sorting out recyclables or doing some other kind of good citizen bullshit? it can't be just me. my consumer side and my green side get into a brawl and i'm left standing in the middle, getting beaten from both sides. if you see me wandering around with a black eye, that means my conscience had a fight with itself. it probably happened while taking out the garbage.
mostly i just wanted to clean the house this week so that i could return from our trip to dallas without having to look at dirty dishes after a long car ride. that's how a feng shui attack starts, eh? you want to take a shower and not have stuff sticking to your damp feet afterwards, so you end up vacuuming the whole house before you wash. you need more underpants and end up breaking down to do the laundry. you want to show derek that you're perfectly capable of being in the kitchen unsupervised, so you... well, there was an injury or two involved. let's not discuss it.
next up this week:
the wedding trip - EEE!
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