Today Kish and I decided to tackle some deep cleaning projects: the drawers in our dressers, and the drawers in our upstairs bathrooms.
The dresser drawers were bursting. It’s easy to just shove stuff into a drawer, thinking you’ll get to it soon. Of course, that doesn’t happen. You end up, as we did, with dresser drawers jammed with stuff from days gone by, old birthday cards, crumpled receipts for God knows what, stray glasses cases, old laminated cards that show you how to dial into phone messaging systems that haven’t existed since the Bush Administration, and chargers for cell phones that have gone the way of the dodo.
The bathroom drawers are even worse. Tubes of medication that expired in 2005. Single shoelaces with no partners. Empty Band-aid wrappers. Combs with broken teeth. Cotton balls embedded with hair. Oh, yes . . . and safety pins. Lots of safety pins.
Most of the stuff went into the garbage bag with a toss. The safety pins — all of which came from our dry cleaner at some point– I decided to recycle. Dozens of safety pins, joined together and jangling, to be put into the dry cleaning bag.
It’s a beautiful day outside, but sometimes cleaning up inside is a beautiful thing, too. With our chores done and our drawers clean as a whistle, we can go out and enjoy the lovely weather with a deep sense of satisfaction.