Day 2143 My mess

 

My mess that’s been waiting for me…

Last weekend, as I cleaned and organized, I tossed anything that didn’t have a designated spot onto my kitchen table,and there it still sits. Old keys, keychains, random nonsense, and whatnots, all waiting to be put away or thrown in the trash. Big decisions ahead.

Once this little pile finds its way to the trash, a new home, or joins the rest of the nonsense in my junk drawer, I’ll throw some flowers on the table and call it done.

Most of this pile came from a bin by my front door, where it became a catch-all for loose items that somehow seemed to multiply overnight. Now, at my door, I have items that belong to at least seven other people, and the last thing I need is other people’s stuff! How or why I have some of these items, I truly don’t know. I have a Christmas ornament with my friend Heather’s last name on it, clearly not mine, and I’m not even sure how it made its way into my house.

Maybe I need to throw a quarterly party and set up a little “to-go” table where everyone can reclaim their belongings… and maybe take a few of mine too.

But shifting into party mode means it’s time to prep, clean, organize, and make sure my house is full of welcoming party vibes. With such busy weeks surrounding the holidays, I feel like I haven’t seen my friends in ages, so it’s going to be so fun to catch up.

Our basement cat won’t be thrilled with the noise and commotion, but she’s going to have to accept the family she’s in now… at some point. Tim has asked me why I had to pick “the worst” cat, but I don’t see it that way. She’s not mean, she’s just a scaredy cat. With time, love, and lots and lots of patience, I’m sure she’ll learn to relax here at home. I don’t even care if she ever becomes a lap cat, as long as she settles in and someday isn’t so afraid of the world.

For now, I go into the basement each morning, chat with her, give her food, clean her litter box, and tell her she’s safe and can come out. I do the same each evening, and we look at one another from a distance. So yes, I have a basement cat… for now. At least she seems happy in her little basement corner, she’s safe from the world, and she’s cage-free....just self isolating...so that’s something.

Do we get pets for ourselves or for them?? I guess that’s the question. Tim clearly wants one for himself, while I enjoy watching animals simply be themselves. Like my chickens, I don’t need much interaction, I just enjoy taking care of them. The last thing I need is a creature that requires constant attention throughout the day… no time for that....I’m still trying to get through my tabletop mess over here.

"My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance" ~ Erma Bombeck