The gas company wants to move our meter from the basement of our house to the outside of the house. Why it was ever put in the basement in the first place is a mystery to me, but so are many of the workings of utility companies. Anyway, they are retrofitting the entire neighborhood with new lines and new meters, which affords me an opportunity to install a new set of shelves in my basement. I’m using this opportunity to clean out the basement and also the attic.
It occurred to me recently that, come April, we will have lived in this house for fifteen years, which is almost twice as long as I’ve ever lived anywhere and it’s starting to show in terms of clutter. I’ve decided to clean out the house as if we’re moving, but then not move. I like the feeling of getting things organized and cleaned out. I don’t like doing the work, but I do like it when it’s done. January is one of the two times of year I do this kind of thing. The other time is in the middle of summer. I don’t like being cold or hot, so twice a year I hold up in the house and go through things.
This is probably my husband’s least favorite time of year.
Oh well. We live in a small 1940s, brick, saltbox style house, so if I don’t stay on top of the clutter, entropy sets in, and the next thing you know, we’re on the next episode of hoarders. Okay, that would never happen. My friend Jen once told me I’m probably the least likely person to ever appear on that show, but complacency is what starts you down that path, and then forever will it dominate your destiny. Or something like that.