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Cleaning, part 293847 of #@(%&*(@!
Apr. 28th, 2006 03:43 pmMine is an eternal quest to repurpose various objects I don't want to get rid of but feel bad about keeping unless I come up with a brilliant new use for them. Ergo, I have transformed my little pink plastic suitcase (with a purple handle and "ballet case" proudly stickered on the front by yours truly) into a serger thread storage case! Now, provided I don't buy any more serger thread for a while, I'm good to go. If I do, then... I suppose I can find something else to put in it?
Today, I've so far done some to further the cause of the Clothing Purge, moved things around in the basement (namely, G's extensive beer bottle collection) and begun the Great Dandelion Uprooting Effort of 2006. Crafty little things, you think growing up against the fence is going to save you? Think again! Also, having super-long roots will do nothing to deter me, I WILL triumph!
I haven't done any gardening in far too long; the smell of freshly-turned earth and new green reminded me of spending time in the garden with my father when I was little. Up North, we had a huge yard and my father had a large vegetable garden. I was his helper and it taught me various life lessons, such as The Only Good Slug Is A Dead Slug, which is really the most important piece of wisdom to pass on to your three-year-old daughter, isn't it? What also brings me back is how much life is there, right beneath my feet. I guess when I was small I didn't wonder so much at it, as I was closer to the ground; now that I'm grown and there are so many other things to think about, it's good to be drawn back into it every once in a while. Sit down in the grass, or better yet, lie down, with the sun warm on your back, and look down. There are spiders and ants and worms, empty snail shells and treelings and tiny little buds of green on thread-like white stems. Dig into the earth and there's that warm, rich smell of growth, the tangled roots of grass and the thicker brown roots of other things, the scurrying of miniscule creatures surprised to suddenly see light.
Today, I've so far done some to further the cause of the Clothing Purge, moved things around in the basement (namely, G's extensive beer bottle collection) and begun the Great Dandelion Uprooting Effort of 2006. Crafty little things, you think growing up against the fence is going to save you? Think again! Also, having super-long roots will do nothing to deter me, I WILL triumph!
I haven't done any gardening in far too long; the smell of freshly-turned earth and new green reminded me of spending time in the garden with my father when I was little. Up North, we had a huge yard and my father had a large vegetable garden. I was his helper and it taught me various life lessons, such as The Only Good Slug Is A Dead Slug, which is really the most important piece of wisdom to pass on to your three-year-old daughter, isn't it? What also brings me back is how much life is there, right beneath my feet. I guess when I was small I didn't wonder so much at it, as I was closer to the ground; now that I'm grown and there are so many other things to think about, it's good to be drawn back into it every once in a while. Sit down in the grass, or better yet, lie down, with the sun warm on your back, and look down. There are spiders and ants and worms, empty snail shells and treelings and tiny little buds of green on thread-like white stems. Dig into the earth and there's that warm, rich smell of growth, the tangled roots of grass and the thicker brown roots of other things, the scurrying of miniscule creatures surprised to suddenly see light.
