![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It is called: The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning.ĭisturbing, for sure, but curiously poetic, perhaps.Īfter reading a review of the book, I’m not sure I’d categorize it as art, or event gentle, but cleaning before you kick the bucket with the bucket you’re soon to kick is pretty accurate. Or perhaps, in my case at work, we have too much stuff that isn’t bolted to the ground behind barred holding cells.Ĭoincidentally, my library sent me a book suggestion at precisely the same time I was fretfully reckoning inventory. ![]() In the end, most of those absent cannot be categorized as truly AWOL-more like absent without the official paying attention to her spreadsheet. Instead, there are a couple of weeks of high anxiety, raised eyebrows, and countless vexed but ludicrous searches that include scouring closets, lifting stacks of paper, and requesting people empty their pockets. The snag is that my goods to groupify are not errant children, and the gap left in their absence does not allow me to tenderheartedly sigh and roll my eyes with slight amusement that a bottle, a case, or a barrel of whiskey has wandered off and is likely still up in its bedroom, wholly caught up in a drossy bit of literary drivel. ![]()
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