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Looking Over My Shoulder
My son is coming to live with us.
Or at least park his gear with us while he does his living elsewhere.
So we're clearing a room for him.
This involves me in sawing up furniture and burning papers.
Which is uncomfortably close to what domestic murderers do.
And it's not as if I had half an acre to work in.
All this mayhem is going on in a tiny back yard and I'm in constant fear- what with the air and noise pollution I'm causing- that someone is going to pop their head over the back gate and go, "Hey, you!"
Or at least park his gear with us while he does his living elsewhere.
So we're clearing a room for him.
This involves me in sawing up furniture and burning papers.
Which is uncomfortably close to what domestic murderers do.
And it's not as if I had half an acre to work in.
All this mayhem is going on in a tiny back yard and I'm in constant fear- what with the air and noise pollution I'm causing- that someone is going to pop their head over the back gate and go, "Hey, you!"
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We'll see.....
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(I know nothing about OxFam except they are similar to the Rescue Mission or Salvation Army here...)
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I love it too.
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The mattress is OK- and maybe we can get that accepted by a charity. Thing is if we do we'll never find out what's inside.
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Mom has a paper shredder. Then she takes what she's shredded to the cottage and we have a bonfire on the beach, using the shredded paper as tinder...so we're STILL adding to the acid rain problem. Fires are very satisfying, even in the kind of heat we have now...I don't know what it is about them, but ...
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It's probably indiscreet to ask what's in the papers, that makes them too secret even for shredding. Time was, I wouldn't have assumed access to a shredder, but these days every high street offers domestic scale shredders to match your decor (or in girly pink).
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We have a shredder, and I did shred about half of them- but then I got bored. Bonfires are so much more fun!
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erm...
other things.
I have this picture in my head from the Chaplin movie M. Verdoux where Verdoux, the serial killer, is pruning his roses while the furnace at the bottom of his garden belches out black smoke.
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My city (Austin, TX) does a bulky trash pickup twice a year; today was one of the days. I read this while I was recovering from having schlepped a bunch of stuff to the street; a nice bit of syncronicity.
Better late than never!
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Most of our paper goes into it- but old poems- no- only the flames will do.
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I understand the utility of flames for things like poems.
You *could* shred them and use the shred for mulch...
I really am rather horrified that you burned something outside, let alone during the middle of the summer. This is a total kneejerk reaction, probably based on some environmental concern (the headline read "Tony Grist increases greenhouse gases!") coupled with the fact that we are in the middle of a severe drought. (We had rain last week for the first time in something like 10 weeks.) I haven't lived anywhere that allowed burning outside in... well, too long ago to count.
Now that I've written this, it sounds like science fiction. But it isn't.
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When I was a kid my dad and I used to have great bonfires down the end of the garden. It was one of the few things we both enjoyed.
Just call me Pyro....
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