I knew my mess was spreading too far and wide in the Little Bitty I share with my dear wife Karen in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
I saw it every moment I sat writing in my recliner/work chair. The wide ottoman that we’d bought because it serves as seating-in-the-pinch had become completely covered with freelance writing pads and folders and magazines, and even my new ukulele and lesson book.
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I saw it in the bed bookends, a cherished table from my dear wife’s past that I’d overrun with cousins of the stuff from the living room, plus the old Rolodex I couldn’t give up after my three decades at the big daily, no matter the ease of digital storing and recall.
This past weekend something in my brain went tilt.
I told Karen it was time to shop. I grabbed a tape measure so we knew what would fit.
Our second stop, we found the perfect pieces to put on each side of the bed.
They’re not a matched set, but they match the colors of our master bedroom.
They have a lot of drawer space to get my stuff out-of-sight. And for the big open shelf at the bottom of one table, we bought a nice basket.
For those of you keeping score at home, I am not a hoarder. The reorganization was a good time to get rid of unneeded magazines, pads and folders. Into the recycling bin they went, out to the curb with the old skinny tower and Karen’s three-legged table. (Her decision.)
The reclaimed seating space in the living room makes me breathe easier.
Call it pre-spring cleaning, physically and mentally.
What’s your first spring-cleaning project this year, and why? Do you tend toward clutter, or keep things clear every day? What’s your one household sore spot, and why?