When I got home, I was exhausted. I had to sleep more before I could get to work cleaning the house in anticipation of Damon, Cylin, and August’s arrival on Friday afternoon. I did get August’s room cleaned and some of the living room.
Mike and I were both organized; he was invested in the surface organization, and I was invested in the deep organization. My investment in the deep organization means I start a big cleaning project in the basement and in closets. His surface organization meant that he moved a few things on the counter into place. We were a good team, except he didn’t really care about deep organization as long as things were out of view. On the other hand, I have had a crumpled blanket lying on the living room couch on top of randomly arranged pillows. It looks like a mess. My tendency is to do nothing until I have found a proper place for the object. Mike would settle for any place, as long as it was out of view.
I decided I needed more of Mike in my life. To that end, I started looking at all the objects lying around as I am sorting through all our possessions to see what I want to keep, and asked, “What can I do to create more surface order?” I think this might be life-changing.
Besides cleaning August’s room, I cleaned the ledge on the lanai rail and the refrigerator. Cleaning the fridge used to be a huge project. Mike kept it packed. Now, it just means shifting things from one side of the shelf to the other so I can wipe the shelves down—no big deal.
Brenda sent me a picture of Fr. Lio and her husband Don around Mike’s gravesite. These two men dug it themselves. Fr. Lio digs everyone’s grave in St. Michael’s cemetery. I had contacted B. earlier in the day to ask if he could get hold of a piece of plywood for the hole. After he got the message, he came up to my door with two small pieces of wood in hand to cover up a hole. I hadn’t made it clear what the hole was. Once he saw the picture, he figured he is going to need a full-sized board.
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