Thursday, September 8
Is it a season? I ask myself this as water pours off the roof and runs in wavy currents down the drive. I hear the "squilch-squelch" of the sump pump emptying the well room in our basement below my feet as I stand at the stove in the kitchen. It seems between summer and autumn we've been given a season simply called Pouring and here she is. Later, Sean and I trudge in mud deep enough to slip over the top of my rain boots as we slide our mischievous pig's house off its side and onto a pallet and out of the mud. My legs are leaden when I try to step and I try to talk sweet to the snorting, barking, skipping massive pig and convince her I'm not edible.
Was it only five days ago we soaked in the Atlantic sun and burrowed our toes in warm sand?
The little place we rent on this little island we're fond of is about 900 square feet. Maybe. I think I am being generous. Sean and I marveled at how well a family our size fits there and how well we can live in such a small space. I did point out that there were no closets but I suppose if we pared down our wardrobes to five outfits each, we'd be alright. The apartment size combo washer and dryer was working harder than it ever had before, I'm certain.
I ask myself if I am becoming neurotic. Perhaps instead of a show about hoarders, they should make one about people who compulsively get rid of things. I eye a pair of loved Mary Jane wedges briefly before slipping them into a quickly filling bag. I've had them for eleven years.
Counting the pillows in our living room, I stop at eleven. Eleven? Who could possible recline on eleven pillows? Or need eleven pillows? I spend more time than I care to mention asking kiddos to put the pillows back on the sofa, back on the chair, please don't use those pillows as skates, please don't cover your baby brother with the pillows, please take down your pillow blockade, please put the pillow in the wash because it has a footprint on it... and so on. Toss, toss. Into the bag.
Tomorrow I will work on filling my sixty-seventh donation bag. And smile while I do.
Posted by Me at Thursday, September 08, 2011