Shhhh.... I'm going to let you in on a little secret. So because of the snow that hit the mid-Atlantic this past week, we had a little extra time with Cal at home. He spent one day shadowing a friend of ours who is a judge and the rest of the time resting and doing homework, but now he's back in Richmond and raring to go.
It was a little funny to have him here. Nice, but funny too. There are only three weeks left, and I think we're all sad about that.
I'm not sure what it is, the weird hiccup in our schedule or the heavy, cold rain on Saturday or what, but I'm feeling the weight of not only winter (not really winter) but of all of my accumulated clutter lately. And I really mean weight. As I walked around my house, it felt as if trails of clutter were following along behind me, sending off sparks. It was as if I were wearing a heaving Victorian skirt made of extra ladles, cookie sheets, books I'll never read again and jeans I'll never wear. This skirt has a train made of post-it notes with two words scribbled on them, old CDs I need to burn to my computer, old receipts, and shoes I don't love anymore. It swishes at I walk. The ladle clangs when I go down the stairs.
I don't like this skirt. It's stuffy and hot and hard to get in and out of. But, apparently in another fit of clutter-clearing, I got rid of one of the books I found to be really helpful on the subject. Shrugs.
What about you guys? Even if we're really good at dealing with it, we all have to handle clutter. How do you do it? And honestly, if you just did a bare sketch of my house, it would look like we had things under control, but Neel's phrase for getting rid of this junk is "shaking the dust off your karma." That's what I need to do. Maybe I just need to get to work.