11 22 pm pdt [ styrofoam beads ]
It must be spring cleaning fever, but I went and
cleared out another long-neglected part of my mother's house. We used to
have a huge dark blue bean bag in the living room, and I have many
memories of lying in the crook of my dad's arm watch Star Trek or
football. Eventually the bean bag got moved to a rarely used closet in
the basement of the house. And eventually it sprung a leak. Tiny white
styrofoam beads began to issue forth.
A few years ago my mother must have finally thrown the
thing out, but what remains is hundreds of thousands of little white
balls, which I spent about two hours scooping out of the closet today. I
filled two large trash bags.
As with cleaning the bookshelves, there were treasures,
including some good photos and some documents from the realtor about the
house from just before my parents bought it.
[Skip this paragraph if you don't want to read about
something gross.] At some point I picked up what looked like an ancient
piece of plastic with little knobs on it. I looked closer and realized it
was the completely desiccated skeleton of a lizard. I shuddered. I was
so disgusted, I am surprised now that I went on. The only comparably
gross thing I can think of is the bug that flew onto my computer screen.
My dog casually sniffed at me, as the closet is off of
his room. He looked alarmed when I went to use the vacuum cleaner, so I
let him out. Sometimes I skip to baby talk and just talk to my dog as
though he understands perfectly what I am saying. At some point I
realized how quiet it was. I would have liked to have had some music
playing...
* * *
I lost my patience with Matthew the other night. This was rather
unsettling, as we have not fought in at least a year and I usually have an
infinite amount of patience with him. The incident occurred when I called
him, and for the second night in a row he said that he wanted to watch
something on tv instead of talking to me. He asked if we could talk
later, and I agreed, but as time wore on, I felt that I didn't really want
to talk to him when I had to compete with the tv, so I e-mailed him as
said I wasn't up for it.
He e-mailed me yesterday and said "I'm moody I don't
think you want to talk to me". I called him this evening and said that I
was wondering if he didn't want to talk because he didn't want to talk or
he though I didn't want to talk to him. I wanted to nip any potential
problem in the bud. Surprise, he was watching a movie [admittedly, it was
a good one: Smilla's Sense
of Snow] and he wanted to continue with that. Now it's three days
in a row, and that makes it officially a pattern, so I can begin to get
grouchy about it.
