November 11, 2003
stacks and stacks
When I walk through the house, there are stacks and stacks and stacks of stuff everywhere. There are clothes, fabric, books, papers. I suppose I feel a little ashamed of myself, but mostly I feel like I don't know where to put anything.
This is a constant struggle. In my stacks of books I have one on keeping house.
Maybe I'll find it and read it. Right after I find my wallet.
Psycho Mormon Girl thought my description of my house as having "little stacks" all over the place was hilarious and in some way onomatopoetic. Not charming enough to counter the subsequent unpleasantness, of course. Which turned out to be no loss, I must say. Must!
Anwyay, having little stacks of things around your house at least shows conceptual knowledge of organization, not to mention intent.
Do you think there is fear of consequences that keeps you from carrying the organization further? Such as, what if you put something in the wrong stack? (Better not make the stack too big, or you'll never find it again.) Or, is the stack valid at all--should it be subsumed in another stack? Or, if I don't make this stack too tall, it won't fall over and injure me?
Those are thoughts that run through my head, at least.
That is exactly the problem with finishing. What if I've screwed up the whole stacking system? What if I never find it again (wallet)?
When I told my mom that cleaning has always felt like that, her eyes got a little teary and she said, "I never knew it was that hard for you!"
But she didn't find my wallet for me.
Posted by: Dotty at November 13, 2003 04:19 PM