I spent the morning finishing up my housekeeping chores and now I am waltzing around with what I am sure is an annoying smug plastered on my face. I mean it’s a good thing to know that your toilets have been cleaned to within an inch of their gaskets ya know? And that the rugs are all clean and even the washing machine has been detailed. [Don’t tell Little Red, but sometimes I *am* an overachiever in the cleaning department.] I just like to do it on my own timetable, not hers if you get my meaning.
However. My smug mug is only wearable indoors. My license to smirk ends abruptly at the back door. Out there, chaos has gotten the upper hand. While I wasn’t looking, morning glories have invaded and taken over the spent tomato plants as their very own living trellises. The sukkah roof is disintegrating and needs to be removed. I just hate to take it apart. I enjoyed the private space very much this year.
Anyway, my backyard is keeping me humble today.
Otherwise, there would be no living with me.
(Oh, the possible come backs to that one makes me giddy!)
Take your time.
Rather than venture forth into the outdoor jungle in the noontime glare, I think I will go into the sparkly kitchen and bake some sweet potatoes and steam my brussels sprouts and broccoli. Maybe if I bake bread, I won’t have to do any yard work at all today...
(I’m gonna tell Red.)
You wouldn’t.
(Wanna bet?)
Do you want to keep your job?
(No. Fire me. Please.)
Great. Just great.
Let’s change the subject.
I’m going to share a bit of music I found yesterday. It’s the newest project by Christopher Tin. You would think with my proclivity for more Jane Austen like sensibilities, grubbing in the dirt in the backyard, getting overly excited about impressively sized pond turtles, and dreaming of chickens of my very own, the following music would be right out of the running.
But alas, my techno alter ego is enchanted. Wait, that’s a Jane word.... my techno alter ego is mesmerized by it.
We loves it we do.
(Speak for yourself.)
I thought I just did.
(You said WE.)
I don’t think you want to hear the complete explanation of our rather complex relationship there Mr. Smarty Punct.
(I am in no way related to you.)
They told me at The Ward, not to go along with patient’s delusions, but I’ll humor you. We are in no way related.
(Damn straight.)
Anyway, here’s the link to the music.
If it jars your own sensibilities, I apologize.
If your gonna play it, play it LOUD.