A Portland, Oregon, advertising colleague of the father of “Simpsons” Matt Groening, Ms. Bracken contributed mightily to the black humor of Fifties’ housekeeping. Her I Hate to Housekeep advocates committing all reserves in tackling a day of maintenance. The place will be awful until it is better. The process is similar to building a geodesic dome: wrestling an argumentative bundle of sticks into a featherweight structure strong and stable beyond imagining.
Abundant solitude over the last few weeks has given me a chance to tune the house in response to the drastic changes in daylight generated by new construction around the building. Bracken-style, I start at the far end of the attic setting things where I want them, displacing redundant stuff to be reconfigured somewhere else, preferably in solid waste, and writing notes to myself about what to do next. I sweep through the building ridgepole to sump, posting bold sticky notes on this and that so I only have to make a decision once.
Now that I only climb a ladder with a spotter, an overhaul can take days to resolve, but the process is worth the trouble. I end up with a support facility that works like greased lightning. Every time I go through the exercise, the gains are greater. Basic principles are to store things where I use them first and to leave them ready to use again after I am finished.
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