STACKS

I really wish I did not let things pile up, but to do that I would have to change decades of orderliness neglect. My messes define me. Like they say on “Hoarders” I’m not a hoarder, I’m a collector. I’m not really a hoarder. You can see my floors. The real issue is the top of things. One might have to send out a search party to find the top of my desk, or the tabletop next to my lounger, or the top of my dresser or nightstand.

The most annoying is my kitchen counter tops. In all fairness to me, there is very little counter to cover. There is about 3.5’-4’ of useable space. That space is shared with a coffee pot; spice rack and dish drain board. I prepare food in the L shaped corner. There is very little space to stand, but a wider space than anywhere else for preparation. When the space speaks to me it says go out to eat. When the pocket book speaks is says aren’t you tired of Burger King. Yes – that’s why I’ve switched to Subway. I get two meals out of their foot longs.

My floors often beckon to be washed or vacuumed. They need to be louder. They are easy to neglect. Counter space is more urgent. I even use the top of my printer.

Counter tops get cleaned when I cannot find something I know is one of the stacks. I had a cleaning lady back in my wealthy days that would move my stacks. I didn’t mind them being straightened, but when they are moved, I can’t find anything. You stackers know what I’m talking about. What makes this place look worse than any other place I lived is how little file stacking space I have. I’m still adjusting.

I lost something that I really needed so two of my four spaces are now clean. I think I’ll take a picture.