Thoughtfetti

I was driving to the market a few days ago, enjoying a beautiful October day, when I began noticing things in the road. First there was a shoe. One lone sneaker, keeled over on its side, tongue hanging out, clearly roadkill. Then, another shoe, its mate, probably flung itself into traffic when the first one perished, unable to contemplate a life without the other. Then, a quarter mile later, came the pants. Blue jeans, twisted and tangled up in themselves. Then, a moment later, the flannel shirt. I never saw any underwear. I wonder what it means.
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I have come to the conclusion that I may never have a clean house. I may simply have to settle for cleaner or cleanish.
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Yesterday I made chicken stock from some leftover baked chicken. I love making stock,and soup. It's a homey thing, simple, satisfying...and it makes my house smell amazing.
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I have an opportunity to work this weekend, to get paid for doing something I love - control communications for a racing group. I hope I can do it - the money's nice, but being back at something I enjoy and am fairly good at, with friends I haven't seen/spoken to in more than a year...that's even better.
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We're postponing the yard sale - this weekend is supposed to be wet and chilly, and I would rather not risk catching a cold three days before Someone gets here. Postponing will also mean I have more time to compile more junk priceless treasures and can work at the track, so it's just as well.
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Of course, working at the track means I won't have the weekend to finish tidying up. I know I go on about cleaning - but it's not like I'm spending all day, every day at it - I clean for a bit, then write a little, then teach the Evil Genius a little, then clean some more, then cook, then play with the Evil Genius, then cruise the Blue Nowhere, then clean a bit more. For years, this house has been cluttered, dusty, and dirty because I haven't felt like cleaning it. My home really is a reflection of my internal state...and for the last few years, it's been a mess. I crave some order, a bit less dust and clutter, space to breathe and move.
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I'm thinking of hanging some of my art photography on the walls - there's a lot of blank space, and if I can't sell the stuff I may as well use it...right? Or is that just the height of vanity?