The house. It is out of control. It really started to sink in for me when H suggested the other day that we at least try to keep a clear path from the front to the back of the flat. You know, for safety. Yeah. That’s too messy, even for me.
So instead of writing you a proper blog entry, I am going to try to tackle one of the house-sorting items on my to-do list, which is so big it crashed Microsoft Word on my computer. Because as fun as blogging is, Life With Gusto isn’t going to help me find an exit in a hurry if there’s a fire.
I imagine that you, dear readers, live in a much more orderly way than I do. How do you manage it? All comments to the effect of ‘Maybe put some things away once in a while’ will be deleted. Not really, I really am interested. How do you keep house? I keep house like crazy old ladies keep cats. Negligently, hoardingly, forgetfully, but with great gusto.