I’ve been living in a fool’s paradise.
I had this delusion that we would somehow be exempt from any of the standard spring cleaning/clearing stuff. After all, we only moved into this furnished rental five months ago. And we’re going to be moving out of here in a couple of months.
So really, what could there be to clear out?
Let us start with my ‘studio’ (aka laundry room) which could be mistaken for the hoarding mess of a crazy lady with fifteen cats.
For the record, I don’t own a single cat.
But I admit, this looks slightly disturbing. In my defence, it’s a really small space and I like to see what materials I have to work with. Yeh, that’s it.
Admittedly, it might have gotten a little out of hand. I’m actually now a little afraid to start a new project, simply because I can’t find a way through the chaos. I guess we can conclude that area needs a little work.
The thing about living on this semester-style life, where time is categorized by the Vancouver-Apartment Epoch, the Travel-Trailer Episode, or the Roberts-Creek-Cottage Era, or what-will-soon-be our new town home at #10-In-Sechelt Period…is that I can’t pretend that I don’t know how much time has passed since I last vacuumed in the corner of a closet.
It’s really easy to figure out if you did it when you moved in…and then…yes, well, that’d be five months ago. There is no way around that fact.
My mother, my lover of Old Dutch Cleanser mother, is probably stomping around heaven scrubbing some extra gold tiles to compensate for my negligence. I can hear her muttering, ‘I raised you to keep a clean house.’
Indeed Mom, you did. I’m still pretty sure we were the only family in Mission City who, every spring, scrubbed the outside of our house with sudsy wooden brushes, from the eaves to the dirt. It is said that if you raise the child a certain way, that they will pretty much adhere to that training for the rest of their lives.
And yet, I seem to be slipping more and more. What can I tell you? I really don’t care that much. I find that reading a book, writing an essay, painting a picture, learning the ukulele, cooking a new recipe or going for a walk is a much more compelling use of my time. Dusting, it seems to me, is a ridiculously overrated activity.
So, when it comes to Spring Cleaning, and in honour of Mom, I promise to clean and organize my laundry/studio area, simply because I want to get in there and start a new project.
But as for the rest of it? You know that old saw about it being time to sell the car because the ashtrays are full? It would seem that the metaphorical ashtrays in this house are at capacity.
But that’s okay – we’re moving soon and, as it turns out, being a fool in paradise is rather relaxing.