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Bottles of watery shame

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I’ve been trying to put away/get rid of a few things in the basement every day this January. (It’s a job Lloyd could accomplish in one hour, but I’m enjoying the aimlessness of the challenge.) Anyway, today I moved the opened case of plastic water bottles to a shelf, instead of where it has been for months – in the direct path to the washer and dryer.

I don’t even know why they are here. I think Lloyd had to buy them for some Republican function and they didn’t all get used. So, they have sat in my basement, and I don’t know what to do. I am mad at their very existence. Water is accessible everywhere. Use a glass, people! For me it’s on par with buying bagged air. (Sidebar: I absolutely adore those reusable metal water bottles, and drool over all the cute designs, but have successfully avoided buying even one. I never drink plain water unless I’m taking a pill. Flavored beverages for me, please, and keep ’em coming.)

Back to the bottles – so, they will live on the shelf forever, and only be used in an ’emergency’, which will never come. Even if we somehow lose our piped-in water, I will probably still hoard the stuff, thinking that we should save it for our seventh day without water, when we’ll really need it.

Stupid bottles. *grumble grumble*

Bright side – I did not trip on the way to wash clothes tonight!

Stuck

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Here I sit at my computer,
Trying to think of what to write.
It wasn’t a very interesting day,
many things wrong, not much right.

My thumb is cut, but too gross to show,
Dinner was only toast and eggs.
The movie was stupid, I am sleepy.
The creative bucket is dragging the dregs.

This form of rhyme is not my style,
So it doesn’t even come out well.
Instant rhymes are hard to write,
so I’ll just have to say, “Oh well”.

Dang. You’re not supposed to use a word
to rhyme with the word that you just said.
Whatever. You’re no Rhyme Police.
Good night, everyone.

(I would like to point out that SEVERAL times during the edit of the FIRST edition of this poem, Lloyd groaned audibly – scoffing and making comments like “Gol.” SO, first prize to the best comeback to Lloyd!)

Lloyd is great.

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(…gives us chocolate cake. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?)\

There is nothing better than coming home from a long day and discovering that Lloyd has tidied up the entire downstairs! Thank you, Lloyd! Thank you!

I was so impressed that I started a load of laundry and did some tidying of my own.

Then I took a ‘nighttime’ exposure of my clean downstairs. (Above picture) I do so love the dim.

Um, then I played around with the ‘nighttime’ exposure while waiting for the laundry to process.

Shazaam!!

Can you even see me?? I'm spinning SO FAST!

So pretentious.

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I think that’s how you spell that.

I was looking for a copy of music that I stole borrowed in college, and went digging through the Suitcase O’ Music. I didn’t find it, but found some stuff from when I was in composition. I was arguably the worst one in that class, and I think it’s because I had grown up as a flute player, and thought in melody lines. Piano people think in chords, so it’s easier for them to figure that stuff out.

Sounds plausible, huh? Sounds much better than ‘I was lazy and didn’t know how to apply myself’.

Anyway, I found some stuff that I haven’t tried playing yet since I’m rusty and the piano is stuck shut. It’s mostly in minor, because I am a very melancholy soul at heart.

Sounds plausible, huh?

There's no such thing as 12/8.

(Watch out, Brad. I found some recital programs that are future post fodder.)

The Kitchen Gang

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Peggy asked about the Beer Lizard, so here’s the story. Beer Lizard has been a member of the family for I don’t know how long. Back when we used to have the Fourth of July cookout at our house, Beer Lizard would hang by his tail from a tree – at the ready to open whatever beverage you had.

B.L. was joined by Peeler Bird when Kathryn gave it to us long ago. Again – in days I can barely remember. (Lloyd likes to call it Stripper Bird, but I don’t think that’s appropriate.)

Beth gave us Bag Hippo and PorcuScrubber a couple of Christmases ago. They seem to be getting on with the others famously.

Bag Hippo has to share the glory with a drawer full of clothespins.

His pointy nose reminds me of the glory days when Hi-C Fruit Punch came in a giant can. Glug, glug, yum, yum.

They are a fine family of animals who keep our kitchen clean, tidy, and full of peeled carrots and open bottles. Thanks, guys.