Original Minimalism Blog. May 9 2011
Come One Come All to the Mothers Day Celebration
Come One Come All to the Mothers Day Celebration
You don't have to use your imagination
to meet the best Mom in the whole wide world
She is over there knitting, with brown hair curled
Watch, as she smiles with joy and glee
sipping her loose-leaf jasmine tea.
My mom likes to sing to the Rolling Stones,
and laughs as she threatens to break your bones.
My mom sweeps the floor "a hundred times a day"
(she makes all of the crumbs anyway)
My Mom attends a quilting guild
My mom drinks her rice milk chilled.
When my Mom is sad it breaks me apart
I love my Mom with all my heart.
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So usually on my days off I clean up the disastrous mess I have let accumulate in my house.
This weekend, however, I was intrigued, to discover a new occasion that I could include myself in.
You heard me right. Weekend. Yes. I am pretty adept at turning any special day into a long drawn out festival.
See also "stasia's birthday weekend": A 3 or 4 day extravaganza.
I chose to play in my garden as a mothers day present to myself.
(Read a few whining Mom anecdotes/blogs this weekend complaining that all they get every year are brown paper bag craft projects.boo-hoo. COME ON LADIES. assert yourselves. Own the day. Do whatever-the-fuck you want. Make it yours.)
Since Friday afternoon I have been busy re-arranging the lawn. (props to Sara Mae right here)
To say the house is completely trashed would be an understatement..
My socks, colorful little balls which I kick off impulsively, decorate the floor at random; Baby and Adult outfits which I layer on and off relative to the temperature are scattered throughout the kitchen, bathroom, living room, hallways, as well as in massive piles in Zoraya's room & My room too. No surface is without a book, magazine, newspaper article, child's toy, or little cloth re-purposed pajama scrap that I use for wipes.
When I hung out with Andree, I watched her spread blankets out on the floor to play in. My so-called "blanket parties" are now a daily event, so there is a pile of blankets in every room too. Datsun likes to share them.
I also have not done the dishes since Thursday. I can use about 30 dishes to make one meal because I am "creating some experimental culinary masterpiece".
The Bathroom desperately needs some organization, and there is coca-cola splashed on all of the porcelain, from 2 Litre bottle that was left here and nobody would drink. A few weeks ago I asked Liz if we could use it to clean things, I had heard Coke was good for that.
We, giggling like crazy, poured it in. Watching it bubble and foam, I told her about this science fair project I did in grade 5 about putting metal into various liquids to see which one would rust the fastest)
This is a "let it mellow" household. I wanted to see if it would melt the mineral stains off. Not that I am super-picky about that kind of thing. Its a toilet. Why does something you're going to pee in again in 5 minutes need to be regularly bleached to oblivion with hardcore chemicals??? Must be one of those keeping up with the Joneses fads. I say keeping up with the poisoning of the ocean.
These Notes can get really off topic.
Anyhow, to top it off, I have tracked garden mud though the entire house because
I don't take my shoes off if I don't feel like it. (I also skateboard in the hallway from time to time, just to remind myself that I own a house and can pretty much do whatever I want.)
So. thoughts on the "stuff challenge"...
I was supposed to do some shopping with Elizabeth yesterday. I went to meet her the mall, where she was getting pink hair. I begrudged the entire drive there that I wanted to be playing in the garden still.
There was no parking.
I thought what the heck is everyone doing at the mall on this beautiful day???!!!
Wait. What am I doing here...?!
So I went and bailed on Liz and her awesome pink hair, because there was nothing in the mall I could even think of that I wanted. (except like, 70% of what 'Chapters' has in stock, but that's another story for another blog post)
Drove home figuring that was 45 minutes of my life I will never get back, but an important lesson learned. I would rather play in dirt than accumulate more possessions.
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I passed out on the couch at about 6:30 tonight.
Summer naps are different from winter sleeps, in that, its not a drowsy-cozy-hibernation feel.
Its a played-so-hard-&-now-have-sunburn-chills-exhaustion.
Summer naps are different from winter sleeps, in that, its not a drowsy-cozy-hibernation feel.
Its a played-so-hard-&-now-have-sunburn-chills-exhaustion.
Decide I enjoy the messy house, because I will clean it eventually, and if a clean house is more important than all of the ridiculous fun you can have, what a boring existence.
Yesterday and today's eliminations are some objects Kelly and I grabbed a few summers ago when she spotted them at the Scrap Yard.
An old wrought Iron stove (she was going to fix it when she became a blacksmith)
and what I think might be a patio table base.
I call them my "decorative fire place" and my "decorative wagon wheel"
but now I will return them to the scrapyard and therefore it just counts as we "borrowed" them.
