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November 6, 2005

my garage makes me sigh deeply

thankfully, T.T., formerly known as Mr. Flu, is recovered from his week-long bout with "his body trying to reboot," as he so mildly put it. it's nice to have toasty toes again in our regular bed, after freezing on the couch every night. "oh, Hadashi!" i hear you say through your amusement at my self-pity. "just put some more blankets on!"
ha! i say to that. ha! you try finding the blankets amongst the horror that is the garage. you try finding the unmarked bin that maybe, only maybe contains the sewing project your good friend Vicky gave you for Christmas one year that she dubbed "the skinned Muppet" which just happens to be the snuggliest blanket you own. just one look at the precariously balanced, stacked boxes/bins/random objects and you will simply turn around, go back into the house, and dig around for fleecy socks, hoping that they'll sort of keep you warm enough.
does anyone else have this problem? judging by the number of cars parked in driveways, i think the answer is yes. but we have a good reason! we just had to throw all our stuff in said garage as we were in the middle of getting married/moving/accumulating boxes of wedding presents/trying not to have meltdowns every other hour/etc. we had no time, no time for organisation at all, i tell you!
things quickly got way out of hand, and just trying to extract our suitcases for going to Germany required the tactical maneuvering skills of a spawning salmon. now of course we are swearing, yes, double-dog pinky swearing (as Ms. Jen would say) that we are NOT going to keep it that way, oh heavens no!
i think we got through, oh, perhaps two boxes today before we discovered a Very Pressing Need To Go To Target Right Now.

okay, i'm getting sort of depressed talking about the Garage Of Overflowing Crapola, so i think i should instead sing the praises of one of my favourite wedding presents: Glowing Mini-Ducky.
ducky.jpg
well, it wasn't really a wedding present, it was a bonus gift given spontaneously by T.T.'s friend Hedi, who is a very classy image consultant who did our colors & took us shopping when we were in Speyer. Hedi is also a hilarious woman who knows the intrinsic humour value of wearing furry hats and also exactly where the best gelato in town is (my flavour: chocolate ginger), so it makes sense that she also understands the charm of tiny glow-in-the-dark ducks, and decided it needed a trip to America. how right she was... currently, Glowing Mini-Ducky is wearing serious bling; it's serving as a wedding band holder by the bed. it tends to travel around the house and end up in unexpected dark corners these days, trying not to get lost.

just as long as it stays out of the Overwhelming Garage, it should be fine...

Posted by hadashi at November 6, 2005 8:43 PM

Comments

Hi,

Where was that picture of the feet taken?

It looks like the Westin in Cabo San Lucas. I was there in May.

Posted by: meghan at November 7, 2005 2:34 PM

ooooh. so close! my cute feet were actually standing poolside at the RIU Grand Palace in Cabo, down the beach from said Westin... good eye!

Posted by: hadashi at November 7, 2005 9:35 PM

You obviously are not a regular reader of my blog or else you would know that you are definitely not alone (and it wouldn't take cars parked outside of the garage to know it, lol). ;-)

My garage (and house) are so bad that my kids gave me a clean sweep birthday - that was after the incident that landed me in the carnival of roaches (no, they weren't real roaches).

No, you are definitely not alone.

Posted by: Denise at November 8, 2005 11:44 AM

i am now a regular reader of your daily doses. and it's good to know i'm not alone....

Posted by: hadashi at November 14, 2005 11:51 AM

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