Okay. That was a lie. It hardly looks any different at all. But I can tell the difference. And there's a little more working room in there. AND, I took seven garbage bags of crap to the trash place. SEVEN! And I'm not going to even try and pretend that I didn't throw some stuff away that probably shouldn't have been thrown away but fuck it. I'd pick up something and imagine my kids having to deal with it.
"Do you want this?"
And so I did it for them.
Not to say that they're not going to need one of those industrial trash things when I die but at least a tiny bit of the crap is gone. I threw away three old pairs of glasses today. Of mine. That were in various drawers in the kitchen. And yes, I know that you can drop them off for the Lion's Club to do something with them (and don't ask me what) but the frames were shitbeat and who uses the same prescription that I use? Or used to use, anyway. So out they went. I threw away approximately eighty-seven beer coozies. And if you don't know what a beer coozie is then you live an entirely different lifestyle than I do. I threw away plastic cups and expired falafel mix and a moldy lunch bag and a rusty lunch box and stupid vases and I threw away decorative things that I can't even begin to describe.
I found some strange things.
Sweet little innocent picture that Jessie gave me and which I love and which hangs over the sink? There was an entire kingdom of spiders living behind that thing. A kingdom, I tell you, with a queen and her minions and their children and possibly a spider day-care and university.
Not the picture. I cleaned it all up and hung the picture back. There's another much bigger picture hanging beside it and it had maybe ONE spider behind it. What's up with that? Do spiders prefer the Virgin of Guadalupe above all others? Did they think she would PROTECT them?
And speaking of vermin, perhaps tomorrow I will tell you about the horror which we have probably unleashed here concerning the rodents. I can't bring myself to talk about it right this second. I get the vapors just thinking about it.
Okay. I still have to iron the aprons and hang them back on the walls.
What? You don't have aprons hanging on the walls of your kitchen? What the fuck's wrong with you? I didn't wash all of them, as you can see from one of the pictures above but I did wash about four or five of them and they need ironing badly. And I have to finish the laundry and make the supper.
I don't know if my heart feels better but it does feel a little lighter. Which is good.
Now, tomorrow- the rest of the house!
What do I think I am? A speed addict?
Not even close.
Enjoy your Saturday night.