Looking Over My Shoulder

[poliphilo]

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!"

Comments

[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

I suppose in mattress stores they have those boring cross-section models of what mattresses look like from inside but it would be much more interesting to actually cut one up - or have a friend cut one up - and either see, or be told, what is inside.

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 ...

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I've always loved bonfires. Whenever I go down to my mother's we gather together all the fallen wood in her back field and have a big one.