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A Pruning of Personality
My house is gross, and it’s really only my fault. I chose to adopt two cats. I chose to buy my son two parakeets. I chose to have two kids. The vision of the piles of clutter often feels like a hot, thick vapor in my lungs, and it’s the reason I’m driven out into the yard where I can feel the breeze and watch things grow. However, at the end of the summer season, the veggie garden and perennial beds start to resemble the “cat room” of my house and provides little solace from the tasks I’m avoiding inside. The weeds and the rotten tomato vines pile up and…
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Progress on Home Office Organization
I tore into my office, which may now be called “the study” as my son has tried to take it over with his music stand and new viola. After trying out a few configurations to include him in the space, I chased him out and moved his stand to the dining room. I’m fine if he wants to practice in here, but it’s too had to navigate with a music stand and an extra chair when he’s not practicing. So after several days of cleaning and organizing, The Study has come a long way. There are still some piles spilling out on the floor — stacks of books and pottery…