Organized

One. Two.

Hmm. Skipping through room taking mental notes
over what needs a new home. Places to put random
jewelry components. To drift over the smoothness
of the loose stones scattered around drawers and
counters. Giggling over all my favorite pieces.

Glancing down to the paintings hidden behind an
open closet door. Saddened haven't had time to do
anything to blank canvases in a while.

Looking forward to the few days off to create more.
A happy smile crawls over paleness.

Silly smirk lights up the room as I recall so many
memories. Twirling round and round as I sing out
loud. Thanking that no one else can hear me belting
out lyrics for I am certain my off key notes might
disturb ears. Giggling at the reminder of someone
saying my sister and I placed together would be a
perfect pitch. Two off key girls singing in harmony
to make one voice.

Ah how music brings back such wonderful memories.

Nodding.

Glaring out of window. Side tracked long enough to
enjoy icy cold night seeping inside. Thankful of
having extra layers on.

Listening to Norah's voice soothe me further and
further. Needing to hear "One Flight Down" one more
time. Such a relaxing song.

Almost finished the organization of room and closet.
Just realized I have plenty to donate (regift) and need
a few packages of hangers.

Uh oh. Right?

So I laughed as my mother comes a knocking on my
door inquiring, Mary are you okay?

I snort back at her and she thinks I was demented.
So I retort back, well momma the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree, right?

Oh come now, get that hearty laugh out of you. I
know she did too because she came and pinched me
hard on the arm. Then she smirked. Nodding to agree.

So could you see my blue eyes sparkling after that?