April 19, 2004
little boxes
On Saturday, BrilliantEditor and I were walking around downtown and browsing in stores. It was the "Bake Back the White House" event so we went down to buy cookies and brownies and things. (We actually bought dogs treats and apple cider and a cookie for BE.)
In one of the stores was a small cabinet that really appealed to me. It had small drawers and some were different sizes. Oh boy! Joy joy joy! I must say that I do love things with many compartments. When I went on a cruise with BE, I probably could have spent a few days just moving things around. This drawer, that drawer, this cupboard, that slidy thing.
The I thought, "Hmm, I also like little books that people have written and drawn in. I like looking through those. Informal scapbooks, really." And whoa! There I was looking into the same interest--what might be kept in this cubby hole? What's going to happen if I turn the page? If they keep scarves in this drawer, what will they keep in that one?
So many things are predictable about the way we live. Glasses are very often by the sink. Extra toilet paper is in a cupboard or closet. If a cupboard or closet is not within reaching distance, an extra roll is generally stored nearby.
Aspirin in the medicine cabinet. Coats by the door. Pens and pencils in the top drawer of the desk. File folders in the bottom right.
So I love little drawers and little books. There is nothing dictacted. Buttons next to plastic toads next to unmatched earrings next to paper clips next to beer bottle caps hidden from your mother.
And the books! The books have confessional on one page, grocery list on the next, to do lists, then stories or a poem, little phrases that catch the mind, small doodle in the shape of curly-Qs.
I've got a little book. It has to do lists, confessionals, analytical psycho-babble-jive, inappropriate jokes, quotes from people who are extra annoying, and a drawing, in crayon, of a binary clock. (Thanks to Tex on that one.)
I need a poem or a story. Perhaps about a chicken. That seems a fine idea. Chickens are much maligned. But then again they are stupid...
I should probably write a confessional style entry about that, my harsh feelings about chickens. Some of them are pretty. But I don't know that any are smart. I think I don't need to write about the chicken thing. I need to forget about the chicken thing.
Posted by dotty at April 19, 2004 10:01 PM