Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Everyday Life 30 :: 9
Maria wraps presents everyday. If she gives you a present be sure to remember to sing, "Happy day, happy day, happy day to you."
You may get a bouncy ball, or a pencil, or a tea cup. She wraps markers, tape measures, a doily, lego blocks, puzzle pieces. She needs help with the tape, but she prefers to do all of the cutting herself.
"I can do it all in minesulf." Benjamin likes to watch.
I am going to say this only once and then I will deny everything. Just this one time, I will admit something that has been slowly occurring to me, quietly shaking my foundation, upsetting balance: Maria and I are the messiest residents of Garage Mahal. Everyone here contributes, but my daughter, Mini-Me, and I hold a certain distinction that I will never profess or confess again. It's too painful.
In search of tidy views and uncluttered surfaces, I point my camera in many directions, including up:
I do not like this light fixture. It hangs in the grand entry, above the curving stairway. I do not like the grand entry, or the curving stairway with its rickety railing. Let's face it, Everyday Life is not always pretty.
I like the angels that have been gathering at our front door.
I like our broomstick closet and my hat, and the braided reed basket.
I like our fruit crate, with the hand painted strawberries, done by a local artist. I like pictures, familiar faces, and pointing my camera.