Thursday, December 30, 2010
toys and trash bags
Last night Dave walked into the living room and said, "are you organizing again?"
We've organized all kinds of nooks and crannies around here. The boys' games and toys are tidy and regrouped and each have new, carefully-thought-out homes that are either in Isaac's reach or not-at-all in Isaac's reach or in Isaac's reach, but behind a locked door.
The bathroom cabinets have been cleaned out and purged and restocked with oft used things right up front and rarely used things waiting in the depths and it looks so nice in there that I plan on showing all visitors in the next week or so the beauty of the bathroom cabinet. It'll knock their socks off, I tell you.
The office area has been restocked with clean notebooks and new pens. My datebook is ready to plan out many cool and crafty projects for the next 12 months. The cluttery spots that normally surround me as a write out these posts have been cleared away for the new year.
It would seem that most of our home is tidy and well organized.
Except for the multiplying bags of trash right by the front door.
The city's response to Sunday's blizzard is under a fair amount of criticism right now. There are still streets that just have not been plowed yet, which is pretty unusual for how the city handles snowstorms. The subways and bus routes are still seeing lots of delays and routes that have been suspended altogher. It's all so strange because normally this city stops for nothing. And although this storm was a big one, it wasn't anything we haven't seen before. (It would seem we could use a Secretary of Transportation with lots of snow experience. Dad, you interested?)
One of the things that has been suspended "until further notice" is trash pick up. And for apartments like ours, with no outdoor area for holding trash until pick-up day, our foyer is holding the trash instead. I've never been so happy that we use cloth diapers.
So, were you to visit today, before noticing the glory of the bathroom cabinets and the alphabetized legos, you would first have to climb over a not-at-all organized pile of trash.
Lots of really clean. Lots of really messy. I'm choosing to call it balance.
White Cheddar Biscuits. Fantastic.