PickUps

It's Friday, which is my pick up day. The day that I travel the house, room by room, putting away all the many things that find their way to ports of far. How yarn ends up in Alex's room and fliflops in the bathroom I will never know. But it is the day to return them to they home ports. The day to pick up decide if it really needs to stay, toss in to appropiate piles, put away what is staying and whisper promises to never ever let the scatter get to be so bad again. But every Friday it is the same.

My day is filled with picking up, cleaning, cooking, and organizing. A perfect day.