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More entropy.
It's no good, the tides of entropy are still high here. Or maybe the tides of mope, but it's more feeling overwhelmed with stuff that Needs Doing than just plain mopey.
markgritter is doing his part: he installed a new toilet seat last night and sleek new drawer pulls in the bathroom. Last night I pulled open a drawer, and the handle did not fall off and have to be propped back on (stripped screws) with much swearing. That made me feel better all by itself.
Unfortunately, it means that I'm seeing our other closet and drawer pulls with new eyes. Ick! How fussy! How very not-us! I would have said, if you'd asked me, that our closet and drawer pulls were really not much our style, but who thinks to do anything about it? How much difference could it make? (Um. Please don't cry,
retrobabble. Don't tear your hair. It is nice hair. We've thought of it now, and that's something, isn't it?) So there may be an era of new pulls around here when I go to another hardware/home maintenance store, which I will have to do anyway due to absence of humidifer replacement parts at the last one. They're cheap. They're easy to install. And now I keep noticing the old ones, feeling and seeing them as I didn't before.
Anyway, surely the entropy must recede at some point, and in the meantime, there are stories to tell and clothes to wash. Pigs to slop, as
matociquala would say. Gotta slop the pigs. Chop wood, draw water, and all that.
Also there is a note on my desk that says, "Social insurance of heroic death availability re: Valhalla," and that can't help but mean good things for the day to come, can it?
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Unfortunately, it means that I'm seeing our other closet and drawer pulls with new eyes. Ick! How fussy! How very not-us! I would have said, if you'd asked me, that our closet and drawer pulls were really not much our style, but who thinks to do anything about it? How much difference could it make? (Um. Please don't cry,
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Anyway, surely the entropy must recede at some point, and in the meantime, there are stories to tell and clothes to wash. Pigs to slop, as
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Also there is a note on my desk that says, "Social insurance of heroic death availability re: Valhalla," and that can't help but mean good things for the day to come, can it?
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Anyway, surely the entropy must recede at some point…
Indeed, it must. I'm pulling for you. (And stop calling me "Shirley.")
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This is the sort of thing I'm always thinking about (when in my own home-- fortunately my wacky brain doesn't usually presume to think about how others places would look best IMHO unless someone specifically asks my opinion).
We did put in new drawer pulls in our bathroom not long after I moved in and it made a huge difference. But I'm always looking around and seeing changes to make. If only I could wave a magic wand! 'Cuz I don't have the time, energy, and money to make all the changes (both big and small) I'd like to make.
It sometimes actively bugs me that things aren't as good as they could be aesthetically. Occasionally I envy people that can turn that off or don't think of these things.
I also imagine my grandparents would be horrified if they knew that I gave away a perfectly good toaster and replaced it with a prettier one (that would match our kitchen once we get it painted).
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And a lot of this stuff is not stuff anyone else will appreciate predictably. If you paint your walls a vastly different color, people mostly notice. I doubt that most people have noticed the lightswitch plate in the music room, though.
My grands are more the opposite: they appreciate generosity, and they want us to have nice things. So they would be startled but not horrified on the toaster front.
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*originally typed as "explanation points". Heh.
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when he was littlea few years ago: "Mommy, is chaos my friend?"no subject
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They smell like wood. And they are so very pretty and woody. And they make the rest of the house look like it needs to be all fixed up, too.
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(I have visions of you fighting entropy: holding a long cardboard tube, like would be leftover from a roll of wrapping paper, and making menacing sword-like gestures in the general direction of drawer pulls and undone tasks. ... No, I don't know why either.)
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