Small domestic accidents
Yesterday I was in the mood for cleaning. Every now and then I get into what I call "the pulirella-the cleaningstorm": I feel an intense need for air and light to circulate better, so I start in the morning and until evening I reorganize, clean up and trash or eliminate things. I ask myself if I really do need all the objects around me, and when I found an item I haven't used for 6 months, it means I don't actually need it. So I delete it from the scene. At the end of the day the house looks quite different and near the door are piled up bags full of books, shoes, clothes, objects, videotapes, cds and anything else should be put back into circulation because could be useful to someone else. One of the things that went in the "throw it in the recycle container" area was a small glass bottle, absolutely anonymous, which I thought empty: I put it there and forgot about (it's my husband who brings paper, glass, aluminium and plastic to the collection contain...