Saturday, January 19, 2013

The video game chair has joined the living room furniture.  I know it feels ‘less than.’  I make people sit in it so it can begin to feel like it belongs.  Sometimes I hear it crying at night. Sobbing, “I’m not just for video game playing! I can help anyone sit comfortably who is doing most ANYTHING!” 

I pat it sometimes when I walk by.  It has speaker ears.

Will today be a ‘house cleaning day?’ Only time will tell.  There are areas where things have gathered.  Random things that I know come from elsewhere.  Belong elsewhere.  They cluster like refugees.  I hate them.  I want to spray them with a fire hose.  

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