Wasting my life cleaning

Resolution is too strong a word for it, but I am definitely planning on cleaning less this year. Whereas clutter can bother me to the point of distraction, learning to accept it can yield peace, almost a “comfort in clutter.”

I have an uncle who can’t sit still for five minutes without getting up to adjust something, and I’m the same way. But yesterday, I scrolled through 687 JS Bach records online, looking for BWV 995, found it, then listened to it start-to-finish, while the dishes sat in the sink.

I remembered our painter friend Barry Blend in France, in the mid-90s. It may have just been that they had little kids, or they were European, but their house was a bit of a wreck and they didn’t seem to care. Instead, he made things like this:


Portrait of Collioure, France

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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One Response to Wasting my life cleaning

  1. Daisy says:

    One of many good reasons we get along so well: JS Bach is one of my favorite composers. I listen to his work daily.


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