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Mess, shoes, loss.

Our humble abode, complete with shelves in the closet, is a regular tornado site.  A very small tornado, but this wind was named Weekend Neglect.  My cleaning habits, always laborious and lethargic, are rarely squeezed into the small space of time we are home on Saturday and Sunday.  I am (self) banished from the house during LSAT practice tests and we spend most of the two days mooching in my parental unit’s house and worshiping with the saints at church.

I don’t need dish washing elves, I need elves who can make shoes disappear till they are needed to go out.  I have no idea how the four shod feet in the house accumulate so many shoes strewn about, but I can see some 20 shoes piled by the door.  And I wouldn’t say we collect shoes.  But our feet are so very big, it adds to the effect.

At the moment my camera is missing.  This Distresses me because, though I am often careless, I do manage to not lose my camera most of the time.  And a house on our street was robbed a couple (this means 2, not several) of weeks ago.   I doubt someone would have taken the camera without also taking the computer and TV, though.  But my camera is hiding very oddly and persistently, especially as I can remember exactly where I last had it.

It is nearly ten o’clock.  I think my body was ready to be asleep at nine.  I am Tired corporeal.

One Response to “Mess, shoes, loss.”

  1. on 29 Oct 2007 at 9:34 pmChristopher Miller

    You should have looked up “weekend neglect” in Latin and called the tornado that. Then you would have looked really cool.
    I would most like an elf who puts away stuff that you set down as you come in after being somewhere.

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