Saturday, October 16, 2004

Week Seven (theme)

There is a mysterious phenomena at my house. It goes something like this...
Sometime between when something is left out, dropped, or unattended and the next day, the item in question manages to find its way to the correct spot. Ask any of the other three members of the household and they will attest to these miraculous events. The children are the ones who appear to be most blessed with this invisible helper... wrappers get into the garbage can on their own, toys somehow walk back to the toybox from whence they came, cereal boxes make the lofty jump to the top shelf. But they are not the only beneficiaries of the do-good spirit that resides in our humble abode. The elder of the family is also blessed in like manner with an aura that cleans up around him. Laundry appears capable of putting itself through the cylce, folding and returning to the shelves on its own accord. The dinner table is not only able to set itself, but is also somehow equipped to clear itself too. Perhaps the greatest miracle that has been witnessed on a regular basis is the toilet paper rolls profound ability to know when it is in need of being changed! The peculiar thing is, I seem to be the only one here who does not have the power to perform these miracles by simply leaving a room... go figure.

1 Comments:

Blogger johngoldfine said...

In response to josiejo's question, I left her no wiser than before, as I gave her one answer and then another:

What do you mean by 'starchy'?

A piece like this is a very delicate balancing act--humor often is. I think the tone is pushed just as far as you can go right now without sounding unduly pissed off, so my take is to let it be, lest you ruin it.

Of course, you, josiejo, may be able to sustain the tone and continue where I, the teacher, would hesitate--at worst, if you try and fail, then you can always go back to the original. Obviously, you wouldn't have written about your doubts if you didn't suspect that pushing it one inch further might push it too far.

October 16, 2004 at 4:04 PM  

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