The impossible heap

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Intellectually, I know what to do when I’m faced by a seemingly insurmountable task: take it step by step. Emotionally, it’s not so easy. I’ve been sick these past few weeks (feeling better now, thank you), and our basement just took a big, slobbery hit from Irene. We’ve cleared out the wet bookshelves and desk and a cleaning crew’s dealt with the carpet. The sofa is next on the list, as is gradually lugging everything out to the trash and continuing to wash/salvage what we can. Unfortunately, the house still stinks like a dirty dishrag, and I’m still thinking of Beckett:

Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there’s a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.

3 thoughts on “The impossible heap

  1. Oh no, it’s terrible that Irene flooded your basement! There is nothing worse than wet books and furniture, yikes! Good luck with the cleaning process and hope you continue your recovery of both body and basement!

  2. So sorry to hear you’ve been sick AND you’ve got Irene’s mess to deal with! I hope your house and stuff will be okay, and that you can get the smell out of your carpet eventually. Best of luck to you!

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