Observation: You can never be completely caught up with laundry.
Even as you throw that last load in the dryer, you've still got the clothes
you are wearing in the used/dirty "pile"
Unless, of course, you're a nudist.
Which I've done before and considered doing again last evening, but I still had to take the trash out and I didn't think my neighbors would appreciate a naked man streaking across the parking lot. Especially since the trash bag was heavy and I don't think I would have been able to manage much speed. And if I did, well, you know how the fates go - the bag would have burst and I would have felt obligated to clean it up. It pretty much drains all the marginal coolness of streaking right out the door if you're scooping up trash in the parking lot.
So, I elected to simply not be caught up with my dirty clothes and maintain some semblance of dignity when I took the trash out.
I've been on a cleaning "streak" (not literally) recently - not exactly sure why. The "spring cleaning" doesn't really count since the weather hasn't been very spring like around here. This week I've:
Scrubbed the kitchen floor
Cleaned out the oven and the microwave.
Cleaned out the pantry and both bathroom.
I've dusted, polished, and swiffered (is that a word yet?), etc.
Granted, I do these things every so often anyway, but never so much in one week. I think I may be coming down with something.
As a consequence, I've found a few things that I forgot I had and de-crappified vast sections of my apartment.
It's a funny feeling, tossing out stuff that used to be important. Pens that don't work, magazines with outdated content, expired coupons, etc. Or even things with more personal significance, things with memories attached. Some memories I want to keep after the item is gone, some memories I wish I could toss out as easily as a pair a socks full of holes. I find myself compiling information, consolidating memories onto paper. I end up with a mish-mash of notes, triggers for things that I would like to keep remembering after the objects are gone.
This isn't the first time I've done this, so when I decided to add my notes to the binder I couldn't help but glace back through my past - recalling events and people that had long since slipped away from my life. A sort of mental trip into my own personal version of my past. Skewed by my own perspectives, of course, but still valuable to me.
I lost track of time and ended up staying up far later than I should have.
Still, time worth spent. I added some info to old notes - ones who had seemed so clear when I first wrote them down but now we skittering on the edge of obscurity. Another week, another month, another year - these would be meaningless. Would I have lost those - would it have mattered?
There's that "go army" commercial where they say "If someone wrote a book about your life, would anyone want to read it?"
Ummm...not likely, no. But that doesn't mean it hasn't been important to me. Even the littlest and most inconsequential of events in my life has shaped who I am, for better or for worse.
If I had to do it over again, would I? And would I do things differently? Hell yeah - there's tons of things I would have done differently - just looking over my notes gives me a serious case of the regrets. Yet, I'm fairly happy with the way I am - and getting a little better each day. So, I guess it's been worth it.
And I've also got a pretty clean apartment now. Another checkmark in the coolness column. :)
So, time to get back to work and get on with the day. I've still got a bit more cleaning to do, but otherwise I'm looking forward to relaxing this weekend and doing some serious chilling. Naked, maybe. :)
