We are a little testy these last few days. I do something, he makes a remark, and I react. Perhaps when all these piles scattered about our home are gone, we will be a little less cranky. I hope so.
Our every two week housekeeping person is coming today, and I need to suggest she do the dusting slightly differently. Tactfully. She’s short and doesn’t think up. When we took the art off the walls, the tops of the pieces were really dirty. She doesn’t speak good English either. I can’t make a joke at my expense such as “I am tall and don’t see downwards” as she won’t understand it.
So while she dusts, I will tackle the last of the piles. The family pictures. If G wants them up, fine. If he doesn’t, down they go into storage. One small box of Christmas ornaments…down. The top of my dresser….boy it’s bad. Those sorts of piles. Perhaps Mohave’s graduation present is ready. That would be good. Lessa’s is ready. That too is good. Those two things are only piles in the corner of my mind but they are still a pile to deal with.
Maybe my whole life can be seen as a series of piles cluttering the corner of my mind. Maybe I could turn that into a poem.