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Maybe Next Year
My main goal in 2022 was to clean out my enormous bedroom mess.
There is a stack of boxes beside my bed which is now under a pile of stuff.
Pieces of a variety of things stick out their tongues and irritate me.
In September I said, “I will get this cleaned up and out by October.”
In October I had a thousand other things to do for cleaning is not fun.
This pile has extended out into the pathway to my bed. I am slipping now.
I will clean this rat hole up during Thanksgiving break I promised myself.
Cooking did not get done either. Husband and I both had the flu.
At least I have fifteen days off for winter break, I reassured myself.
Agreeing to sort for one hour a day. That lasted all of eighteen minutes.
This is 2023. Today I slid on the pile, because it is monstrous now.
Maybe next year, I tell myself. Not in the cleaning mood once again.
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Caren Krutsinger
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