Clump 54:  Clear out various books and bags on floor of former room of gloom.

This day has been chock-a-block, so the post will be quick.  Actually, the message today might be that clearing a clump and writing can, indeed, be squeezed into even the busiest of days.  If not for the 30-day, 30-clump, 30-post challenge, I would not have attempted it — no time!   Here are two piles littering the floor:

The books were easily scooped up and placed on a bookshelf. Bookshelf organizing can wait for another day.

I thought this bag would contain my father’s obituary. Cue the dreading Duh-duh-duh music.  It was actually a newspaper from the day he died. Not something to keep.

When scanning the obituaries in that day’s paper, I noticed Phyllis Diller had died around that time.  Am I the only one who imagines the strange couplings of deceased souls arriving in the afterlife together? It pleases me to think of laughter around my dad.

Yes, it’s true … I am posting a photo of dirt on my floor for publication.  I don’t know whether to be more embarrassed or disgusted.  Remember all those Good Housekeeping magazines?  This was what was underneath.  Now I can vacuum the whole floor.  Who-hoo!

Before anyone gets any ideas about my turning into a neat freak, I present this bit of philosophy I noticed in a shop this summer.

Imperfectly, yet delightedly, clumping along.