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“Katthult’s Great Cleanup” is the great moment when Astrid Lindgren, her Michel from Lönneberga, takes the residents of the poor house through the snow to their parents’ farm to serve them the entire Christmas party.
This year we have no snow, unfortunately there are also no winter excursions to the mountains and the Christmas food is slowly decreasing. But great cleaning is what we have in mind. Many had already done this during the year before Corona’s inactivity, but somehow there was always something going on in our family. Now it has to be.
“At some point I’ll keep reading that”
First, because the Child Jesus was generous this year. The dear relatives who we could not see comforted the boy with toys. And since apartments in big cities don’t grow with them, we have to create space. Second, even the greats have to be honest with themselves. Otherwise the bookshelf will collapse under the statements of “Someday I’ll still read this” (which, sadly, has happened before).
However, nothing is more threatening than the announcement of a “great cleanup” for everyone. So we break it down into many little cleanings. One day we say “goodbye” to the clay that has crumbled into crumbs, to the pencils that loved each other up to an inch and a half, and bargain for another to read starter games that a “big” kid can inherit from the little neighbor.
We went through the sock drawer and admitted we never wear glitter high heels. Find out that the barely worn winter coat with its shade of yellow looks best on the dark-haired friend. Every day a little sorting, transmission, elimination. A blessing. And to be honest: the ritual exchange of books with the friend of the heart means that the piles on the shelf remain the same.
