I am now contemplating what to do about said boring of you my poor innocent readers. (I'm supposed to be cleaning out a cabinet right now. Shh! Don't tell Music Man.)
After long and careful thought, I've decided what I really need is change. And way less clutter. So in my attempts to have both. I shall be further boring you with before and after pictures as I declutter my home and hopefully change the way I feel about my life right now.
You see I miss California and while moving here was an adventure, (Thanks a lot Mom for forever attaching the word adventure to the word move in my mind) I'm just not entirely sure I like adventure. I think part of my melancholy and absenteeism from the world has to do with my missing of palm trees and rain falling in the winter, not the summer.
It really is odd to me how similar my new home and my old one are. A lot of the same stores and restaurants are here. The management company of my apartment complex owns property in California. Miss Goofy is still goofy and still works hard to not do her schoolwork (I think I might know where she gets the procrastination bug from), Music Man hates his job just like he did in California, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do when I become a grownup, though I do have a better idea about this one than I used to.
And then weird things happen. Like it rains in July. It's not supposed to rain in July. Or and this one was strange for entirely different reasons. You have to have a permit to set off fireworks. I'm from the land of wild fires, I have no issue with not setting off fireworks at all. I am totally okay with going and sitting in a parking lot to watch someone else set them off. But you have to have a permit? And it's not like you have to go to a class to learn safe handling of fireworks, no you just have to pay a fee.
Our city doesn't allow fireworks, not that it stopped some of my neighbors, and I have to say, I for one am kind of glad. Having grown up around the threat of wildfires, I don't have as much of a problem with no fireworks as people who didn't grow up that way. Besides, nowadays, the fireworks suck.
Remember sparklers? Remember stepping on the hot metal stick and burning your feet cause you were barefoot even though your mother told you to put on shoes? Remember learning not to just drop the sparkler but putting it in the bucket? That was part of the fun of fireworks. Remember hearing about the kid who blew half his arm off because he was playing with fireworks without parental supervision? That was an important lesson to those of us who didn't do that. We learned by hearing our parents talk of the dangers that we needed to listen or bad stuff would happen and it would be our own fault. Now we sue the company who made the fireworks cause Mommy and Daddy are too busy getting high to watch their kids and make sure they don't try to see what will happen to GI Joe if we attach a rocket to his back.
Wow, I really need to quit watching Christopher Titus and go clean out my bathroom cabinet.
I'll post before and after pictures eventually.
