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.