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Visiting a house that is radically different from my own gives me hours of food for thought. Several years of charging on outside projects have displaced the careful, timeless maintenance patterns of the old school of housekeeping.
I chose to spend the recent long holiday week-end playing catch up inside while my partner caught up with local music at one of the two festivals that bracket either end of Seattle’s “summer”.
Certain kinds of housekeeping are an extended meditation best performed in solitude. For me, it’s a trance-like state, and I was heartened to read recently that the management of physical space is a particular kind of math skill.
To good music, I wandered around pushing unused furnishings toward the back door, corralling dust, and washing small artifacts behind their ears. The investment is of time and attention, and the payoff is a place I can use without pause.
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