Some messing about with photoshop.
Had a nice break from cleaning: brunch with kathryntact, which lead to a good walk down-and-crosstown. I made the mistake of suggesting a turn in the park, which was clearly the site of a plant orgy, because I had pollen issues immediately.
I picked up some more organizational tools at the Container Store, and got home and got back to work.
A big part of cleaning is chasing clutter from room to room, as areas become staging areas for sorting of other piles. It’s that point, the point where a mess must get made in order for it to get eliminated, that can be the most disheartening for me. I just got something tidy and now I have to mess it up again? I need to breathe deep and forge on.
I was in such a bubble this weekend that I utterly missed the bombing situation in Times Square. I’m only catching up on it now via WNYC. (OY,I haven’t had them on for weeks and yet once agin they’re announcing another pledge drive.)
It’s wet and sticky today, I woke to soaking rain outside and a bit of the feeling of hangover, even though I hadn’t been drinking last night. Part of my anxiety of cleaning is all the stuff that gets stirred up. My apartment is very dusty, I have boxes of buttons and accessories that haven’t been stirred for ages, and after handling them I feel itchy and sneezy.
Tags: chores, clutter, friends