During
this pandemic, as I travel from room to room, I despair as my quarters
have become more and more Jackson Pollack and less and less Marie Kondo.
The online joke reads: “I always said I would clean my house when I had
time. Now I have time and I know that wasn’t the reason.” So far during
this lock-down I have tripped over a broom that fell over and I never
had bothered to pick up. I broke the glass
top to my torchiere lamp while pushing the recliner back to look for my
glasses under the chair. I found the glasses two days later when I
stepped on some tossed aside newspapers and heard a crunch. The frames
were not fixable. I had no problem while I ordered
new glasses; I had a back-up pair. Same thing happened to those glasses
when I swiveled out of my computer chair and stood up. Another crunch.
Ah well, I still had glasses with an old prescription in them. Good to
be prepared.
In the kitchen, there is a lush pile of metal pots and porcelain plates blooming in the sink. The
cats haven’t been any too neat with their dry food either. The table in
the dinette has grown several inches as I’ve left the mail to age there,
to allow any possible Covid-19 virus to crumble and self-destruct.
In
the living room, the nap of the Oriental rug has grown with a soft
layer of cat fur and bits of nuts, while the picture frames and
furniture have
developed a patina of dust. And the above mentioned newspaper pages
provide a nonchalant footpath across the floor.
The
bedroom is a display for carelessly unhung clothing and casually kicked
off shoes. Some jewelry slumps off the dresser dejectedly, half in and
half
out of the jewelry box. There is no outfit to pin its hopes on, no place
to go and parade pearls or silver or baubles of flickering color.
So tomorrow I will make an attempt to change the ambience of my pandemic abode. I’ll
outload some newspapers, pluck old seasonings from
the spice rack, and rid the drawers of orphaned socks. Dust cloth and
vacuum in hand, I’ll make the place Frank Lloyd Wright-straight and I.M.
Pei-shiny. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a constructive day.
Marsha H.
Apr 2020
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