About three years ago I ate something that's still with me. There's some kind of food object that keeps repositioning itself under my laptop's key board. It's always kinda exciting when it moves on to a new letter.
Maybe I'm alone in this behaviour. I suspect I'm not.
I walk by this book shelf at least a dozen or so times a day. Gradually its significant pitch to the right starts to irk me. The shelves start looking like bows, not arrows. Irk. Cat chow and dust gather around its feet. Irk. The art work on the wall next to it is all wrong - wrong size, wrong height, wrong vibe. Irk.
Finally, I snapped. I hauled everything out of the corner and off the walls. Swept. Mopped. De-cat-chowed. Emptied shelves and flipped the bookshelf onto the floor. Slammed a few dozen nails into it, staple gunned fabric to the back, righted it, sorted books by colour, added new cultch.
And I got rid of a end-table in a totally unrelated destash.
I've been a serious electronic friend neglecter lately. I'm sure I'm behind at least 23 good blog posts, a month of proud parent photos for no less than a half-dozen kids, and then there are un-commented travel photos on Facebook, a stray e-mail or twenty.
In a scroll-fest last night Emily's Etsy favourites caught my eye. Facebooking ensued.
12:30 Emily, I just took a look at your blog . . . I bought that set of wheat motif pyrex bowls before Christmas for $2.99 at Goodwill
12:38 the gods are good to you, my friend
12:39 and you know you can sell them for about ten times that if you ever need to dig yourself out of some phd debt
12:39 :) how do you do it?? do you give lots of trash back as offering? i don't understand
Ah, yes, the trash gods ARE good to me, but to you as well. They are yours (eventually).
A dumpster on the path home from the subway is my version of on-line shopping. The merchandise comes to you, you can keep an eye on the best deals from the comfort of your own home, returns are no hassle and you can shop 24 hours a day.
I'm gettin' a little better at operating on a zero-sum policy. I have returned much to the trash gods lately and even brought stuff with me to Goodwill. Although, we're still running a little thick on vessels from which to drink around here.
These are precious because the labelling is delightfully inconsistent. I feel bad for the duck because it gets no descriptor other than her name.