Jun. 9th, 2007
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Jun. 9th, 2007 05:12 pmAhahahahaha victory is mine, sayeth the Em. For lo! There is carpet, and it has been vacuumed, and is no longer rife with unidentifiable tiny bits.
I am sitting on it right now without worrying that I will catch some horrible disease.
Ahahahahaha.
...I really need to clean more often.
I am going to reward myself by upgrading my computer a bit (RAM is on sale, wheeeeeee) and by purchasing a laundry hamper to prevent the hip-deep-in-clothes-too-intimidating-to-clean-mess from reoccuring as easily.
I am sitting on it right now without worrying that I will catch some horrible disease.
Ahahahahaha.
...I really need to clean more often.
I am going to reward myself by upgrading my computer a bit (RAM is on sale, wheeeeeee) and by purchasing a laundry hamper to prevent the hip-deep-in-clothes-too-intimidating-to-clean-mess from reoccuring as easily.
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Jun. 9th, 2007 11:19 pmToday I cleaned.
I emptied boxes, fully intending
to ruthlessly cast away
the detritus, the smallnesses that have made up my life.
There is a sweater -
too small for me, even
when first I packed it to move
when I ran across the country
but it made my eyes look green
as peppers
and wrapped my waist in gold
and when I wore it I was bonny
and I may yet wear it again -
it went back into the box.
I found a photo -
me at eighteen,
standing next to a hero of mine
and it is creased and folded
but my smile is there still,
unbelieving at my luck
and it was a day spent with my father;
it rained on us, and we were cold and wet
and we stopped at a restaurant
on the way home for hot chocolate,
like we always used to do when I was tiny,
creaking in our blue jeans
bowlegged and weary from too long on
the fierce black machine we built together -
it went back into the box.
There is a piece of grey plastic -
like many pieces of grey plastic
I have no idea what it was once part of
or what purpose it serves.
It is round and smooth on one side,
hollow and moulded on the other.
It is absolute rubbish.
But I might need it some day -
it went back into the box.
The box is as full as it ever was
and I find
I don't mind carting it from home to home.
I emptied boxes, fully intending
to ruthlessly cast away
the detritus, the smallnesses that have made up my life.
There is a sweater -
too small for me, even
when first I packed it to move
when I ran across the country
but it made my eyes look green
as peppers
and wrapped my waist in gold
and when I wore it I was bonny
and I may yet wear it again -
it went back into the box.
I found a photo -
me at eighteen,
standing next to a hero of mine
and it is creased and folded
but my smile is there still,
unbelieving at my luck
and it was a day spent with my father;
it rained on us, and we were cold and wet
and we stopped at a restaurant
on the way home for hot chocolate,
like we always used to do when I was tiny,
creaking in our blue jeans
bowlegged and weary from too long on
the fierce black machine we built together -
it went back into the box.
There is a piece of grey plastic -
like many pieces of grey plastic
I have no idea what it was once part of
or what purpose it serves.
It is round and smooth on one side,
hollow and moulded on the other.
It is absolute rubbish.
But I might need it some day -
it went back into the box.
The box is as full as it ever was
and I find
I don't mind carting it from home to home.