So I cleaned my car this weekend. I mean I really cleaned it. Including scrubbing the carpets (which unfortunately did not disengage the dried on gummy products). And Tuesday I have an appointment with Madame Fabu to organize my work. Because Gill does basic housekeeping this will mean that for the first time since I can remember, not one part of my life will be disorganized or in disarray. This scares the living hell out of me. (Im serious, there was a brief period in 1994 that I didnt have enough stuff to be disordered, but I dont remember this as a good thing.) There is a theory that we keep our houses and surroundings as a mirror of our psyches. The more cluttered our areas are, the more stuff we have shoved aside in our minds. But I havent had any great revelation mentally that will actually support a psychic cleansing. I only cleaned the car because Norm graduated to a booster seat. I dont know what is coming and Im afraid a shoe is going to drop and it is going to drop hard. I feel kind of vulnerable about all this but I really really want to put the outer stuff in order. The disorder is suffocating. (and kind of smelly) (ok really smelly) (fermenting beverages and the likes)(and a petrified hot dog stub which disturbed the HELL out of me) (dont anyone judge me, three spider monkeys in a car just bodes no good). I just am not sure what is hiding behind it all, and I dont know that I want to find out.
cleaning the psychic house