... is very tiring.
Especially when done correctly.
Rachel and I don't clean very often, which is a bad habit I'm hoping to break.
It's amazing how many old memories you come across while cleaning. Receipts that take you back to a specific time in your life. Old mail that jogs your cranium into nostalgia. Knick knacks that you acquire without even thinking about it. In my case, there are plenty of guitar picks and old show tickets and memorabilia from Chase's first couple weeks that send me strolling down memory lane...
The guitar pick that I used for the OC Music Magazine showcase at the Yost in Santa Ana while I was playing with Gregory Brock...
My ticket for the Pixies Doolittle show at the Palladium last November...
Chase's pictures from the newborn photoshoot we had while we were still at Hoag over a year ago...
I guess that's one of the positives of cleaning so infrequently. All those memories lying around, just waiting to have the dust swept off of them...
*sidenote: When the heck did it become almost DECEMBER!?!?!
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