As I mentioned earlier in the week, I've been cleaning. In my case, that involves wading through piles and piles and piles of papers. In those papers are buried family history information, pictures, old writing exercises, and assorted memorabilia.
Every piece of paper must be examined and placed in the appropriate pile so that I might put it away in the proper place. As I've pored over papers, I've discovered old letters from people long dead, pictures of my ancestors, and assorted handiwork from when my children were small.
I also found twenty-two pairs of scissors, seventeen assorted rulers, and a large assortment of beads that I thought were long gone. In addition, I unearthed two partial afghans (complete with patterns).
I must have some sort of fetish for lip gloss/chapstick/lip balm as I've assembled a bowl full of the tubes in a lot of flavors. And just in case I might have a headache, there are also several bottles of meds in a variety of "strengths".
This is all a small sample of the treasures to be discovered when preparing one table in the corner for relocating today. It's amazing what can be found in the piles and boxes if you only take time to look. I've continued my fifteen minutes on, fifteen minutes off program for cleaning. There's enough dust that I desperately need that fifteen minutes off when the timer chimes.
What is all of this in aid of? It's time.
Have you ever contemplated a closet or corner in your home and thought, I should do something with that spot, but somehow the time never arrives? Well, it's time to clean and reorganize my apartment. Time to make the necessary changes so that the hunk and I will be more comfortable in the coming days.
So for the next few days, I'll be delving into the shadowy spots, searching for more dusty treasure. Who know what I might find?