Saturday

Today will be yet another beautiful day. It might rain, it might not, I don't know. But the garage, by the end of the day will be CLEAN! And that's a beautiful thing. ::chuckle:: Okay, so not maybe beautiful, but I think Martha would agree it is a good thing.

We moved here more than 5 years ago. There are boxes in the garage that have been there since then. Not many, we're down to about 4, and I think they're all Scott's - books and things. I'm not sure though, and don't want to make a big deal about them just in case one of them happens to be mine. I really don't think so, though. Scott is a keeper, I'm (usually) more of a tosser.

I've often said I could be Shaker - own two chairs and the pegs to hang them on the wall. I'm not sure I could go quite that simple, but I do feel more kinship with the Plain people than I do with the huge consumerism that drives so many in our society. "I want more, I want better, I want everything, and I want it RIGHT NOW." Scott spent several hours wiring this yesterday. Now, sure, it's a beautiful thing - all the speakers, cable, satellite, even phone lines plugged conveniently into one stylish outlet. You'll notice only one lonely cable is plugged into this masterpiece. I'm afraid. There are, of course, existing things that can be plugged into all those other outlets. Experience tells me though, that while those things have been patiently waiting to get plugged back in, those same things have become, sigh, obsolete. There are new, better, MORE things that need to take their place.

Maybe today I can find the time to get out to the beautiful garage and spend some time cleaning up my new, better treadle sewing machine. I should check the boxes, too. Maybe I can find a knife to whittle me some pegs to hang it on the wall.