15 May 2014
messy nightstands and snowstorms in may
Well, a messy nightstand is certainly on my list of favorite signs of life. Mine is always flooded with a healthy-sized pile of books. And, in the case that it's not, that's just because I've shifted the pile to any number of places -- the kitchen table, the windowsill. My book collection grows faster than I can keep up with reading it. But that's ok, because books are friends. And I like keeping lots of book-company around. Spring cleaning in this place is a practice that excludes the reigning in of books. I say, let them be! Fall (open) where they may. I'm not one for letting things pile up -- clothes, feelings, the laundry. But books are another matter entirely.
...But what I can't wrap my head around is when is spring cleaning in Denver? I've accepted -- even love -- the moodiness of spring. The swift changes announced. A thunderstorm, a chill, a spot of sun, and back and forth all day. But snowstorms in mid-May is something I've grown increasingly disenchanted with. And less because of the weather itself -- and more its assertion against my love of editing, of tidying up. Just as soon as beanies and coats are packed in drawers, they're back out, and dripping snow water all about. It's comical really -- we've each made our little squirrel piles about this place -- different go-to piles of spring clothes, summer clothes, and winter clothes each occupy all the corners of this place, that we shift to and from -- grabbing outfit changes fast -- throughout the week, and often, within a single day. There are snow boots and flats and wedges and sneakers and sandals laid out together -- with equal opportunity of being used. And oh, it keeps us laughing...but we'd really like to tidy this place up once and for all, too.
So that is the long version. Here's the short one: I'd like to trade the snow for rain, because rain storms are best, and also, books are good, the end.