New Year

I found this on another blog that I read and it is the perfect poem for how I have been feeling for the last week or so:

IT IS TIME TO TIDY UP YOUR LIFE

It is time to tidy up your life!
Into your body has leaked this message.
No conscious actions, no broodings
Have brought the thought upon you.
It is time to take into account
What has gone and what has replaced it.
Living your life according to no plan
The decisions were numerous and
The ways to go were one.
You stand between trees this evening;
The cigarette in your cupped hand
Glows like a flower.
The drizzle falling seems
To wash away all ambition
There are scattered through your life
Too many dreams to entirely gather.
Through the soaked leaves, the soaked grass,
The earth-scents and distant noises
This one thought is re-occurring.:
It is time to take Into account what has gone,
To cherish and replace it.
You learnt early that celebrations
Do not last forever,
So what use now the sorrows that mount up ?
You must withdraw your love from that
Which would kill your love.
There is nothing flawless anywhere,
Nothing that has not the power to hurt.
As much as hate, tenderness is the weapon of one
Whose love is neither perfect nor complete.

- Brian Patten

Something about January makes me want to tidy everything and clean up all the messes. Maybe because of all the (happy) clutter that is Christmas? I don't know. But right now I want nothing more than to clean the ever-loving hell out of my house. Which can be rather a depressing and monumental undertaking with 3 super shedding animals. I swear Moose exhales and there is a big poof of dog hair.

Helping in my desire to clean and then to re-decorate the house, is the commitment issues that winter weather seems to have this year. It has been very warm, and while I would love January to behave like January, I must say I do like wearing my tank top's and sitting outside. (What is really funny to me: people who wear super puffy down coats when it is 61 and sunny outside.) And the warm weather means open windows. And for some reason that makes me want to CLEAN! Except that I am also LAZY! And I would rather whine about the house being a haven for shedded dog hair, because it is much more fun to roll around on the floor with Freya. Who cares if we end up smelling like old sweat socks??