Can’t believe it’s already Monday. The inexorable march of time, or something. Monday means Aldi and then a stack of math homework where I sit next to Elphine so that she doesn’t spook. I don’t have to do anything, I just have to sit there. If I was a different kind of person I would try to believe something special about me just sitting there. But really, I’m just gonna sit there, and I’m probably going to just surf the Internet.
If all the math home work gets done then Elphine and I will descend into Sheol to begin the Great Autumn Clothes Change Over of 2015. Normally I would do this alone, isolated, fed up. But Elphine is now in charge of the laundry and probably has more informed opinions about it than I, so we are going to try to do it together.
Drug all the children away from Minecraft last night to gaze at the moon. Stood outside for a long time watching it get smaller and then reddish. Felt really smug that we actually saw it, since anything having to do with the night sky eludes us, given our usual 8 o’clock bed time, until I came in and looked at Facebook and realized that Facebook would have required me to go back out and look at it, if I hadn’t thought of it myself, with their little lunar eclipse thing in the status window. Felt glow dissipate in rebellious regret to have done anything Facebook commanded. Spent the next ten minutes being furious about social media shaping and defining my experiences of reality. Wished it really was the end of the world. Moved on to feeling angry about all the dummies who insisted on predicting the end of the world. Finally realized I needed to just go to bed.
Anyway, apart from the anticipated descent into Sheol, this week is going to be great because we, and by we I really mean Matt, cleaned the whole house over the weekend. It’s so clean. You can feel the clean emanating peace and happiness in every corner. We are definitely not going to wreck it this week, as we carry on with regular life. We are not going to throw paper and bits of gum wrappers down in the school room. We are not going to mash potato into the cracks of the dining room table. We are not going to strew clothes up and down every available inch of every hall way. We are going to thoroughly clean up after every meal or piece of Nutella lathered bagel. On Friday, having worked hard intellectually, and cleaned up Each After Himself Or Herself, we will glide into the weekend satisfied with the order and beauty that surrounds us. Or, at least that’s the substance of my forceful admonishments to the gathered children as I relentlessly scrubbed jam off all the surfaces of the kitchen.
Got to a good idea for another book. Can’t remember the title vouchsafed unto me. Something or other Spaces. Immediately saw it as the perfect structure for a painstaking memoire in which I belabor, exhaustively, my feelings and thoughts about each and every space I have ever inhabited. It could be epic. And on that note, I am going to wander the gleaming halls of Aldi and gather to myself chocolate and avocado and the perfect Aldi Pizza, two of them, actually. Have a lovely day.
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