| January
12, 2003
the jangling
spirit
I am
buoyed by accomplishments others take for granted. For example, when
I cooked a pot roast last weekend, I strutted about the house as though
I had not only split the atom, but I had browned the atom and stuffed it
with garlic. Similarly, when my chores are done and I'm marinating
in the order of a well-run house, I find a peace foreign to all but a scattering
of scorched and bloody martyrs.
The Jangling
Spirit dies a slow, painful death; but it dies nonetheless. When
that time comes, if it does, I will sweep it into a dustpan, dump it into
a Hefty Cinch Sak, and place it curbside with the garbage. |