Lights are dimmed around the house, have been all day. I’m not one for bright light, unless I’m running during the day. The two cats seem to have taken over the couch, just as small pieces of indecipherable crap have taken over much of the house. There are tiny indescribable things all over the house, small piles of 5 and 6 things that I look at and honestly wonder how the hell they got there.
One pile has 2 bottles of Ibuprofen and some cotton from one, as one bottle has been opened, a few remote controls, one for the Roku box, the other for the tv, a few music cd’s that were burned to my iPod a few days back, a once used candle, and a small book a copy of which was made a few years back from an original that was over 100 years old.
Another has a laser level, a tiny toy train with a wheel broken off, a number of pens in a medium sized chinese vase, some guitar picks, a microphone, a speaker, and a large number of pennies in a bowl.
There are a number of others within sight. Lord a’mighty, I need to work on that. That shit ain’t right.
The air smells almost sickly sweet. Cleaning up in the kitchen a few hours ago I found some spilled maple syrup on top of the refrigerator. I moved all the crap that was on top of the fridge, and cleaned it by soaking the syrup in dish detergent until it loosened up, and tossing all the crap I couldn’t save. Noticed while cleaning that there were two rivulets that looked like they ran all the way to the back of the fridge.
I presumed, hoped, they would lead to a small amount of syrup on the back of the fridge, and maybe some on the floor.
The two rivulets did in fact show that there was a small amount of it on the back of the fridge. But instead of a small amount of it on the floor, there was a large solid pool of it, almost a foot and a half in diameter there, nearly the width of the fridge itself. The syrup had solidified on the floor, and I had to use almost half a bottle of dish detergent to loosen it up enough to get it off the floor. It took more than a full roll and a half of paper towels and several moppings to finish the job. And it was nothing but fun trying to do it while cleaning, but without touching, the rat poison that was down there from the last time I had cleaned back there, about 3 years ago.
There was no smell of syrup before it was spilled (when exactly that was is unknown,) but the act of cleaning it has made the entire house smell like a pancake house.
Christmas lights are still up around the house, as is my wont. I have said it a number of times, the reason I like them is the subdued lighting they provide. I’m loving the lighting, it would be even better with some Christmas music, but right now the roku box is running a live stream of some cats in a shelter in Defiance, Ohio. Which is nice for the Ohio pussy, but isn’t doing much for the mood of the room, seeing how the most prevalent noise is ambient room sound from an open mic in Ohio meant to catch the sound of cats being cats, i.e. cats playing, mewling, fighting, and barfing.
At least we don’t get to hear or see them shitting. 🙂
“For all that let me tell thee, brother Panza,” said Don Quixote, “that there is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove.”
“And what greater misfortune can there be,” replied Panza, “than the one that waits for time to put an end to it and death to remove it?”
Miguel De Cervantes, Don Quixote, part I, chapter XV
Viddy of the day: DEATH – “Lack Of Comprehension”(Remixed)
No matter what goes on with cats, syrup, Christmas lights or piles o’crap, my thoughts constantly shift to my father. And the thoughts are nothing precise. Particular thoughts about particular events or other such things creep into my thoughts completely at random, and sometimes there is this sense of “good lord, the man was solid as a rock a seeming moment ago, and he doesn’t exist now. Why?”
And from experience there are only 2 correct answers to Why? And they are “Because.” and “Why Not?”
Because the world is like that. Because death, like life is swift and terrible. Because it happens. Because no one is special in regards to death, no one gets a holiday from it, everyone who is born dies, and from death there is no escape.
Why not is just too cruel. A sick joke within the sometimes joyous and sometimes cruel but rarely boring dream that is life.
Now I have a great many wonderful and uplifting things to say about life and how beautiful and awe inspiring it is. Just not today. Today I am still mourning the loss of my father. Happiness and light will come another day, it is assured.
And a clean home will come in time as well. Hopefully sooner rather than later there, don’t wanna attract bugs. That’d suck.
Pic of the day: Triumph of Death (engraving, 1565)
That’s it from here, America. G’night.