alley, charles village, 9.28

So Todd takes me over to the antique dealer down the street and I find an old Steelcase credenza in Government Green that has absolutely no scratches or fug on it, and I ponder it for an evening and drag Jen up there this weekend to look and we buy it and now it’s in the back of the Scout awaiting delivery to my house. Damn you Todd (just kidding.)

I was considering the nature of things this weekend—bear with me here. I was using bath gel this past week because I ran out of soap (shut up- if you had the schedule I did last week, you’d just want to lie down and nap all day) and the bath gel wasn’t working quite like soap does- the lather was weak, and I didn’t feel like it had actually cleaned anything. I bought soap this Friday and we used it the next morning, and it felt so much better. I realized that soap had become a luxury in that week-long period. So I began thinking of all the things we make do without over the years, and then how much better things seem when we’re able to fix those things. I then made a vow to myself never to let things break down around the house, because I am the personality type who will find a way to make do without things while I tell myself, “Oh, well, I’ll fix that later, but right now I really need to devote my resources to X.” When really, the toilet seat has been broken for two months, there are seventeen unfinished projects around the house, the Scout hasn’t been driven in three weeks, and I had a total of five minutes’ battery time on my cellphone (the batteries were two years old.) When I got new batteries for the cellphone a few weeks ago, all the assorted headaches associated with that old situation dissapeared.

Resolution: Take care of your stuff.