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I noticed something yesterday that made me feel like I’ve truly settled into our new place. I was vacuuming up pet hair (2 cats and one shed-prone dog) from the wood floors as I’ve done for months now. Perhaps as others do, when I’m doing a low-brain-power chore, my mind wanders and rolls all kinds of thoughts around in my head. So as I vacuumed I noticed I knew exactly where I needed to point the hose with extensions to get under furniture and around specific table legs for the really big clumps. Then it hit me, I have learned the internal weather patterns of my house.
I remember vacuuming at our old house, and I knew exactly where the circulation of air pushed the pet hair, gradually building rolls or clumps. Each house must certainly have its own patterns – a complex relationship between vents, air intakes, open doors, open windows and ceiling fans. I guess as busy as I was there, it was all about getting the job done and not really thinking about it. (Which of course begs the question, do I have too much time on my hands now that I found this experience compelling?)
As is always the case when I have a little epiphany or “ah hah” moment, I wonder if this little micro discovery can be extrapolated out to a bigger situation. Is this a metaphor for currents in life, internal weather in our lives, that blow clumps of things together and are they good or bad or both? Or in the physical sense, winds surely blow objects around, dirt, leaves, what have you. But is there something deeper that could be correlated to my pockets of pet hair?
(Pause) Ok, I think I’ll let that tangent die a peaceful death. Moving on.
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