Lest you wonder, the previous post about resplendent cleanliness was a 'to do" list.
My house is anything but. It mirrors my current messy life.
My vision is a kitchen that commands chopping, with inspiration from a freshly sanded down bamboo cutting board sitting on the counter in between the sink and the stove placed there because according to feng shui principals, there should be wood between fire and water. The idea is that fire and water are destructive, in that water quenches fire however, balanced by placing wood between the two. But the unsuspecting cook does not know that. They just feel the chi and long to take knife in hand.
Smell of freshly made banana bread, spotless floors, a well stocked pantry and recently rotated refrigerator media are unrecognized rewards to most, but amongst my greatest pleasures.
When I watch movies or shows of family situations and family life, I do not focus on the characters, instead look at the backgrounds into the kitchens and notice every thing in them. Often I see cutting boards with foods on them ready to be prepared. Tonight I was watching American Beauty and there was a cutting board on the white counter with carrots on it. The carrots had their green leafy tops which is not their usual state in my modern supermarket. I am awestruck by the fact that someone took the time to go buy those carrots to place on that movie set that no one will ever notice. What lonely work!!
Sitting in the dark tonight in the "slow" corner of my yard I light a chocolate flavored cigar. I know it's a deal breaker, but a sweet indulgence I refuse to give up because it feels like a luxurious rebellion. My yards, once a source of pride and are now a source of contention due to neglect and mishandling. When it was all left up to me, I dug in with enthusiasm. My incompetence reared glaringly before long when I mowed over all the sprinkler heads, leaving my yards in shambles. I burned up the weed eater and forget to empty the baskets that pool debris empties into. I have to set a reminder to add chlorine and turning on the water to fill the pool up is akin to leaving my curling iron on. I forget to turn it off, providing another disaster. Everything is dying, including me.
I have until October to pull this thing together, when the "for sale" sign is to be planted. A day I dread. Selling my home will be like offering my soul to the highest bidder.
I feel like this ole' world has left me behind.
I am getting my house in order.
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