A major fault of mine when I’m cleaning house is a tendency to get sidetracked by…anything! This morning is a perfect example: I start laundry, sit down a moment to message some people. Washer finishes. I go and switch loads–towels in the dryer, whites in the washer. Come back, get broom to sweep kitchen floor. Realize I still have a Christmas tin that contained popcorn in the corner of the kitchen on the floor. I pick it up and think, “Wow! This would be perfect to put my current yarn project in! I could poke a hole in the plastic part of the lid and voila! Instant yarn holder. Except the Christmas scenes are a bit much. I think I have some shelf lining paper that I could put on the outside to make it pretty. Where is that? Hmmm, I think it’s in the basement storage area.”
I proceed to the basement storage area. “Good grief! How did we let this get so messy?! Oh! There’s where I put my purses! Hmmm, but where is the shelf lining paper?” I move some boxes, putting some in another box to throw away later. No shelf lining paper anywhere. Suddenly I espy a couple of teddy bears in a plastic storage bin and have to peek inside to see what else is there. “Oh wow! This is Mother and Daddy’s stuff, or at least some of it is. There are the pictures of Joe’s kids in 1986. Aren’t they all pretty? Oh, oh! And here are pictures of the boys when they were little! I wondered where these went!” I proceed to go through the entire plastic bin, finding cards, letters, a guest book for Daddy and Mother’s 50th Anniversary party. At first I think it’s a sign in for one of their funerals, but then figure out it was their anniversary party because all five of we kids have signed in it and that’s the only time all five of us were in the same place at the same time. (Weird, huh?). I figure out that basically this plastic bin is a time capsule for 1986 with some extra stuff from about the following 10 years. I pick and choose some things to bring upstairs to look over. Then I see, in another clear plastic bin under a roll of carpet, my elementary school memory book so I peek inside that bin too. “Ooooh! Some school pictures of the boys!! And Nat’s baby book and…” I get distracted by the plastic bin next to this been and see my high school year books, an old quilt I’ve had so long I’ve forgotten where it came from, and more baby things that were my sons’. I suddenly realize I have to stop or I’ll be lost in the basement all day and I have a house to clean! “Now, what did I come down here for in the first place?” I pause, looking around, and suddenly remember, “Oh yeah! Shelf lining paper! Well, I don’t see that so I guess I better get back upstairs.”
And that is how I ended up with this stack of stuff on my side table, an unswept kitchen floor, as yet, and two dogs sitting in my lap. I WILL, as God is my witness, get this house cleaned up today! As soon as I look through these pictures and things…
Sunshine Lane 