I need clean surfaces, darling!

[vaneramos]

Eramosa River


detailbear visited last night. Yesterday I took the opportunity to sweep away ghosts of Christmas past. The last leftover casserole dishes got washed. Several loads of clean but scattered laundry got hung and folded (I'm not fussy about folding; fitted sheets get piled in flattened wads). Shreds of wrappings and oddments of teenage girl detritus were ushered to their destiny. The apartment has returned to its pre-holiday state.

The office still needs work. Until recently I refused to write morning pages on a messy desk. Now I dutifully elbow papers and keys aside, but the clear expanse of oak still feels like a gift if it's available.

A tidy room is an empty canvas.

Today the coffee table is vacant except for knitting notes, inviting me to work in the armchair. Pausing in the neat living room I see pregnant space surrounding, opportunities for projects unfolding. I feel an urge to fill them, but also a sweet savour of anticipation, wondering what will become. It's much like expecting my lover to arrive on Friday, and wondering how we'll make love.

Now I'll enter the clean kitchen, pour a glass of red wine, and abandon myself to the creation of lasagne.