I have spent the last hour or more scouring the deep recesses of my room. I set out to conquer the little dust-and-other-stuff-colonies that breed behind the picture frames, trophies, and underneath the stacks and stacks of books, and I have been successful in my pursuits. The desk is blindingly resplendent in its spotless glory. I am so proud.
There are, however, observations I have made regarding the ins and outs of room-conquering. The little quirks and the overwhelming processes were, in true Dani’s-mental-narrator fashion, being turned over and over in my head while I scoured. So, out of my faithful love for whoever may be reading this, I shall explore some of my mind murmurings.
First, I have come to be acutely aware of how much I want to make my family disappear entirely when I am in deep, indomitable pursuit of cleanliness. I’ll be scrubbing and purging and scourging the dust colonies when some unsuspecting relation of mine will enter the room and go rummaging through the clothes drawers I have neatly folded and put in their proper place. What nerve. Depending on which member of the family it is, and what they’re rummaging for, sometimes a quick, fiery glance can ward them off. More often than this, however, they either do not notice or choose to ignore the fact that I’m practically growling, trying to protect the cleanliness of the room. It is a maddening process. I have, however, learned that if I try and employ their services while they’re close by, they will usually be less quick to come rummaging again.
Moving on.
Maybe just one more room-cleaning thought, and then something new.
Lastly,
Nickel Creek’s (not Nickelback!) Why Should the Fire Die? is top-notch room cleaning soundtrack material. One of my favorite lyrics on the whole CD:
You’re shining still, behind the clouds,
saying I won’t figure you out.
That might be true, but let me try,
and try, and try, for the rest of my life.
I could write a blog on that alone, friends. Needless to say, harmonizing with words like those makes defeating dust bunnies all the merrier, and more musical.
Okay. Enough with that.
Things I Have Decided That I Like:
1. Heartbeat Hugs- Although I often detest hugs, this is the exception. It also depends on who the hugger is, but that is a different story. Anyways, being able to hear someone’s heart beating when you’re hugging them is possibly one of the warmest experiences known to mankind. It falls into the same category as the feeling you get when you walk in from playing in the snow and there’s a fire waiting to rejuvenate your limbs. I seriously recommend this kind of embracing. It beats the Baptist Side-Hug by about eighty-nine gold stars.
2. Joshua Radin’s Music- He’s indie acoustic, with a sweet-soft sounding vocal. Look him up next time you want to drive alone with the windows down on a beautiful day. Or just, whenever.
3. The Color of my Walls- I used to hate my whole room being painted a light-pee color (minus the spot over that chair. oops.), and I’ve been gradually warming up to it. I was strongly averted to this the first day or so, but I think we’re becoming better friends. I know thing of it to be like a honey-golden color. Very light. Very clean. Most acceptable.
And that’s about all I got.
Actually, for some reason, I could probably keep going. Perhaps there are years of unblogged paragraphs inside of me, pent up from all the time spent pretending like myspace was a reasonable writing outlet.
Thank you to those who left comments.
You make me want to keep writing.
:)
[disclaimers: I love my family. Also, I sometimes exaggerate.]
