Clean.

So yesterday the mound of laundry waiting to be washed was about waist high. That’s quite a bit of laundry. I don’t mind doing laundry, but it is a little bit difficult to get to doing laundry when one works all day, does the whole supper thing, heads to the gym and runs the little errands that need to be done since one works all day. I have no idea how people with kids and the like keep up with it all. But I managed to get the laundry mostly done so Earl and I can get ready for our vacation. Tonight we pack, tomorrow after work we hit the road. I’m looking forward to the adventure.

There’s something about clutter reminding you that it needs to be taken care of that can be more daunting than the actual chore of doing something about the clutter. It’s kind of like when you’re used to doing your own thing at work, like I am with working from home, and someone suggests that you should book an appointment or meeting or something. The prospect of having to structure your life around this appointment can be more daunting than the actual meeting itself. Or maybe that’s just the way I think. I like to feel free, and entries on my daily calendar can make me feel unfree. But I cope.

Inspired by the laundry accomplishments yesterday, I ended up cleaning out some cupboards and heaving out cat beds that Tom has never used in his life. I don’t know that I have ever known a cat to use the actual cat bed. They might use the box or sleep between said cat bed and the adjacent wall, but sleep in the actual cat bed? Nah, cats have better things to do. They have free calendars with little worries.

Maybe I should take a cue from them and sleep on the waist high pile of dirty laundry next time.

3 thoughts on “Clean.

  1. I have never had a cat who went near a cat bed — they always find their own special places. Sometimes those places surprise by their seeming lack of comfort, nevertheless they work for the cat.

    When we moved into our new house five years ago, I made six new seat cushions for our kitchen table and chairs. For the first six days in the house, our cat slept on each of the cushions in sequence, all around the table until she had deposited a bit of cat fur and had occupied each one. Cats never fail to amaze me — I couldn’t live without one.

    • I love Tom for the family member he is in our little home. He has lived with us for 15 years (he’s currently 17) and while his age is starting to creep up on him, he’s still a valued member of our home and it just won’t be the same when he moves on to his next big adventure in the sky. He seems to rotate his favorite spots on a somewhat monthly basis, which I find fascinating. He is also predictable with his selection of which of his favorite spots he wants based on the time of day. He’s is almost completely deaf now but it doesn’t slow him down at all. He’s one of a kind.

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