Domesticity/Endless occasions of sin

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Sometimes, I get the feeling I’m not in control of the universe.

I can’t be sure, anymore. Weird things happen. Like having to take apart my vacuum cleaner to clean it after lending it out, or like how the kitchen faucet sprang a leak that was reflected under the cabinet.. eventually. It’s waiting. For something. Maybe time.

Or like the brand new storm door (to replace the one missing since the second fall’s rehabby need to be able to enter and exit as unimpededly as possible), ordered by someone who has built entire houses and/or ordered every possible accessory for them, inside and out.

It doesn’t fit (this house he’s had for 3.5 decades). It almost got something. But now, it’s waiting. For something. Maybe time.

The dryer door doesn’t shut without a novena, now, thanks to a hefty toddler who found it a great little recliner while Mom was stuffing the nearby washer. Same for the ‘fridge, brought low by a slammy teen. One little spring and piece of plastic the size of my baby fingernail is all that stands between the annoyance of manually sliding left door into the track so that the right side door can close firmly atop it all, and not having to be as mechanically inclined as hungry. It’s all waiting. For something. Maybe an answer.

I set about earlier to clean off the deck. The universe would’ve done so, eventually.. , but it’s ferociously windy today, and there’s snow coming. Plus, I needed to bring in the little brown table out there to thaw out in time to go under a short Christmas tree. Well, I moved things around, at least. A lot. It’s all waiting. For something. Maybe muscles to hide it all better.

Then, while admiring my handiwork, I saw the red squirrel whom I thought had commandeered the garage corner (via a nasty, waiting hole), dash across the deck like a big ol’ leaf, and head right for the part of the dining room wall where I heard an odd scritching yesterday. I stood waiting. For something. Maybe a really bad idea.

While waiting, I microwaved something I hope won’t annoy my already twinge-y gut. A vegan patty. They vary greatly, don’t they? This one tastes like 80% diatomaceous earth and 18% potato bug. (2% is mystery vegetable.) It’s waiting. For something. Maybe.. no, it’s too early for merlot.

Now, WordPress insists it is providing a “new editor to level-up” our layouts. So far, I can let it wait.. For something. Maybe new swear words.

How’s YOUR day? 🙂

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