Saturday, September 10, 2005

pensive

Why did I once have a framed page from Gleason’s Pictorial? It was snatched at the garage sale today by someone who wanted to give it to a friend whose last name was Gleason.

Why did virtually everyone at the sale examine the plaster heads of Polish kings, decorative and very fanciful, not a little weird, inherited from my family?

Why did people come at 6:45 to a garage sale that officially began at 7? (S & S bailed me out yet again by showing up in time to let them in.)

Why is it so damn hot today? Why don’t I remember people’s names? Why was this past year so turbulent? Why is the house still not empty of garbage? Why do people say and do the things they say and do and not say and do other things?


A calm day, a pensive day, a Saturday... with several terrific daytime lattes and evening even-more-pensiveness-inducing beverages. More later, I'm late.

Why am I always late these days?

2 comments:

  1. Saul, you are so right! The last 10% is dragging and sometimes it feels like there is more rather than less to take out on each haul.

    I just have the kitchen and the solarium to clear out. Then, a day of cleaning and I will be DONE!

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  2. Hire a cleaning service to clean the house and you will be done a day sooner.

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