I was recently cleaning out my garage and came across a folder containing pieces that my daughter had written for her seventh grade writing portfolio. I took a quick break to thumb through them and came upon this poem: The Dumpster I’ll always remember the day I wanted to play In the dumpster all day.… Continue reading The DumpsterVerse
Hearken, if you will, back to the vacuum story. One day in my parents’ house, the vacuum zombie invasion finally came to a head. Looking around the house, I counted a wet vac, a canister vac, three used uprights, a handheld steam vac, two handheld regular vacs, two upright steam vacs, and a brand new… Continue reading The Ever Present Conundrum of the Thing That Still Works
We’ve all been there. We have decided to do a clean-out. We are knee deep in drawers, closets, and cabinets, and we are feeling weak. Suddenly, something catches our eye. It’s a piece of a vacuum, an old can of paint, an umbrella stand. Suddenly we are overwhelmed by anxiety. Do I keep it or… Continue reading How a Potato Masher Becomes a Nemesis
I remember the day my father produced the brand new red Kirby vacuum. In true Dad fashion, when he would decide to purchase a new rather than used appliance, it had to be among the best, even though he must have known that in our house, it would be only a matter of weeks or maybe months until… Continue reading Dirt Sucking or Life-Sucking?
Consider this statistic: “Self storage – a business devoted to providing people a place to house their extra stuff – has become a 17 billion dollar annual industry in the United States, larger than the motion picture business.” (Daniel Pink, A Whole New Mind) Hmm…do you get the feeling that it’s not just those people on… Continue reading Odysseus Couldn’t Have Resisted a $5.00 Shirt Either
“Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.” -Murphy’s Law As I sit here, I am ten days into my New Year’s Resolutions. They are: Lose 25 pounds (I could deal with 15. Ten would be nice, even). Follow a strict household budget. De-clutter the house and get rid of… Continue reading I am Not My Stuff
My father is a hoarder. Shh! He doesn’t know, but he makes Fred Sanford look like a neat freak. Everyone but my dad knows he is a hoarder, but he prefers "collector," or better yet, "antiques dealer." You might think that this means his house is full from floor to ceiling with boxes, papers, knick-knacks, and… Continue reading Hold the Mustard