They say confession is good for the soul so let’s put that to the test this morning shall we? I confess that I can’t clean for beans and housework has never been my strong suit. Yeah, I do clean windows and seem to manage that ok. But ask me to do much of anything beyond that and I’m definitely not your guy. Practically everyone out there who is older than three can almost certainly do a better job of cleaning house and home better than I. At least I have a good excuse for being a slob because I’m an artist and everyone knows what slobs artists are. We’re busy folks who can’t afford to tinkle away our precious time cleaning up our messes. We take pride in our artistic messes because you just can’t make art without making a mess and it’s just too much darn trouble cleaning up only to redo it all over again the next day. Might as well continue on with the mess you’ve already made as I see it. Hearing that still irks my mother to this day, bless her soul. But she’s not an artist so who can blame her?
Seriously though, I really do admire folks who have the knack for cleaning and organizing. How they pull it off I’ll never know. Seems easy enough and you’d think a dunce like me can surely do it too. But alas, I’m as much of a slob as I ever was. But I make up for it in other ways. I’m a terrific procrastinator! I’ve been putting off my AARP membership for 50 years now! Maybe this will be the year I actually sign up. I think I’ll do that right after I finish cleaning out my car. Not that it needs cleaning but I’m just getting tired of seeing folks confusing me for the garbage truck every time I go by.
Well that’s my plan for today and I’m all over it folks! And confessing is for the birds if you ask me.
