I had to take a break from de-crapifying today because my back is done - usually it's okay when I get up and gets gradually worse as the day goes on, so when it hurts when I get up it's not good.
Anyway, have a shot of my piano, which used to have a pile of cloth masks, a dozen defunct pairs of sunglasses and a bunch of photographs piled on it.
Also, everyone saying that they want to do this, if you have kids still living at home or work full time, DO NOT EVEN TRY IT. My kids are gone and I work extremely part time and it's still really fucking difficult. Plus I'm trying to blog every day. As I said to my friend Hannah (HI HANNAH), "I just keep reminding myself that it doesn't have to get done well, it just has to get done". Of course, it doesn't even HAVE to get done. This is all self-imposed! I am in a hell of my own making!
Okay, that's being dramatic. It's not hell. I'm starting to really enjoy the de-crapifying. For the pleasure of so much less clutter in my visual field, for the satisfaction of having places for more things and more things in their place (not "everything", it's NEVER going to be 'everything'), for all the things I'm finding that I thought I might never see again. I am a little worried that when I get back from Hamilton the impulse will have fled. I hope not.
I should schedule posts for when I’m away this weekend. Or just post a weird selection of pictures on the fly and have you make of them what you will,
It's nice to have my inclination to procrastinate any major cleaning/straightening projects validated.
Also, thank you for releasing me from this obligation. I have the one very self-sufficient child at home and I am going to milk it for all it's worth.