I have to clean my house.
I don’t really want to do
it, yet I desperately want it done. It’s
not the cleaning part that gets me – it’s the amazing piles of paperwork still
hanging around post-thesis. This is
after I’ve already shredded several bags’ worth of documents. Even after the purge, it’s bad-ass frigging
scary how much there is still left to go through.
After the paperwork, there
are boxes and boxes of family photos and documents that have come into my
possession, passed to me from parents, grandparents, and beyond. History sits in those cardboard cells,
waiting to be liberated and shared on the Internet with other relatives.
I might actually get some
of it done since I brought home zero correcting this weekend. Of course, I spent all Friday afternoon and
evening getting one of the cars running again.
And then there’s lacrosse all day Sunday. All day.
That leaves Saturday. Saturday to clean the house.
Quick, someone give me
something fun to do Saturday that doesn’t involve filing, nor a broom, mop,
dust cloth, or scrub brush.
Hey, I think there’s a
grand tasting of wines Saturday afternoon at the store down the street, and
there’s a smaller wine tasting a few miles north. And it’s my daughter’s birthday, too. Oh, and I have to bake and cook for lacrosse
on Sunday, and get the camera ready with the memory card and fresh
batteries. And do laundry. And empty the dishwasher. And maybe rearrange my shoes.
Hmmmm.
So the dust, papers,
photos, and chaos remain. Better luck
next time, house.
(Insert evil laughter
here.)
