Smoothing Out the Edges
Experiencing a mini-binge of deep cleaning
Who among us cleans our home, office or car when we’re anxious or upset?
[I’m fine, by the way, but a confluence of family matters has me a little rattled.]
Lately I’ve been doing a lot of cleaning. The regular kind … but also the deep kind.
The other day I ripped the tape off of a box and unpacked some glassware that had been packed TWO moves ago. I’m tracing the history of the contents — performing a little Amy Archeology, as it were — and think that these delicate things have been nestled in their box for around 20 years.
I honestly do not remember ever possessing any of the items that I have just now carefully unwrapped.
Do I still treasure these things that were once so precious that their container box is labeled: Delicate Glassware Don’t Stack Anything on Top … ?
Perhaps not.
Although the cocktail glasses (in front) did come out of the box and wow they’re amazing. At the bottom of the glass it says “Ladies.” Halfway up it says: “Gentlemen.”
At the top of the glass are little pink pigs.
Message received!
I do notice, however, that unpacking, recycling and donating to our local re-use center has helped me to unpack other things:
Feelings. Anxieties. Memories. Grievances.