Organization is great if maintained and updated. My pack rat self cannot seem to dispose of garbage at the same rate collected. It is amazing how 7 years ago all the shoes were in a row, the closet was well organized, kitchen items could be found immediately, the server room was well organized with disks properly stored and the library in order. Carpet was spotless, everything was dusted and the aquarium always looked bright and soothing. The beach house was a clean, comfortable place, though small, and folks would drop by just to hang out. Well, things have changed.
Chaos. Utter chaos. I can't find my ass if I get up off the seat to look for it! The reason? Disgust. Utter disgust. It all started with the garage door opener failing which has created a literal sea of computer carcasses flooding the whole building. The smelly thing that used to inhabit the southwest corner of the garage moved out years ago. IT was disgusted. The clutter monster has made headway into the house. My health being not as vigorous as 7 years ago doesn't help matters. My inability to grow one extra set of arms adds further to said disgust. There's an old 92 Buick Regal sitting in the yard that needs to go. It's cheap and the air blows cold. Does burn a little oil though. It looks hooptie disgusting. Will somebody buy it? My patio area looks like tornado central. The front porch needs sweeping. 5:00am in the morning and disgust is already making its way into my feeble mind. We won't even discuss the yard. Why? Total absolute disgust.
Nay! Nay! This too will pass I SAY! A methodical approach has been adapted. The bedroom has been revamped and not a single item is now stored under the bed! Effort shall continue to structure the beach house functionality in such a way that life here will return to its previous state of casualness. Yes, yes! This is the ticket! Now where is that screwdriver I took out of the toolbox to repair the vacuum cleaner? Where is the vacuum cleaner? Wait, where's my cup of coffee!?@#?!?%??? The horror of it all! Disgusting I say. Well, Rome wasn't built in a day: Nor was the Beach House.
"The obvious and fair solution to the housework problem is to let men do the housework for, say, the next six thousand years, to even things up. The trouble is that men, over the years, have developed an inflated notion of the importance of everything they do, so that before long they would turn housework into just as much of a charade as business is now. They would hire secretaries and buy computers and fly off to housework conferences in Bermuda, but they'd never clean anything."
~Dave Barry
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