Excuse me, might I offer one suggestion
And don’t consider this as an objection
But, the picture is not straight, even though the subject’s great
And that happens to be one of my obsessions.
“Hello, my name is Joe and I am a cleaner.” Sometimes I picture myself standing in a room confessing my addiction to maybe a dozen other brave souls. We are sitting in a circle for a reason. No chair is more ornate than another and that alone makes people feel at ease. No one person is considered any more important than the next
The circle is perfect, of course. The chairs have to be positioned in a certain spot to make this work. Not for others, but for me. I once saw a spot on the wall in my apartment that would not wash out. The spot was small and probably undetectable to 99% of any visitors I might have. So, I did what any other normal sixty year old single male would do…I repainted the wall.
I’m not saying that my home is spotless. I know that places like my “clutter drawer” are always going to be a part of me. I want things to be right, but I also need somewhere to store my sanity. I am saying that when I see a “flaw” I can’t let it go. I refuse to attempt to hang pictures at the same level in my home. I would always look for one to be higher than the other.
Jane gave me two photographs of our hometown in West Virginia that she had taken. They were both a birthday and a house warming gift from her. She had them framed and was thoughtful enough to sign them for me. I’m sure the signature was strategically positioned since this “condition” might be common among siblings. Gifts from my family are treasures and my walls only hold memories. You will find nothing that is displayed in my home that is not directly connected to someone I love.
I started writing this blog after I had finished shampooing my carpet this morning. I had moved the ottoman in order to clean that area. Now, the indentations from its legs are gone and I’m not sure where I want to put it. I did not want the marks on the carpet to show. “Hi, my name is Joe and…”.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy because I worry about things not many people would even notice. Did cleaning for a living make me like this, or did being like this make me clean for a living. I don’t have the answer to that. I realize this does not make me a menace to society, but I can’t change at this stage of my life either.
Maybe, at some future date you might pass me on the street. I will be the older gentleman wearing the placard stating “Will clean for fun”. Different strokes for different folks!