This has nothing to do with writing.
This post has nothing to do with my writing, except, I’m writing this. I am still writing--lots. In addition...
I went back to work a week ago last Thursday, and I don’t want to talk about it. Millie DOES NOT want to talk about it either. Sorry I brought it up.
Okay what would you do IF you had been cleaning again and this rogue cabinet door kept popping up, a door you took off a small cabinet that you put on your bathroom wall, but didn’t need the door? I’ve tried to throw it away, but it sticks to my fingers, and I wonder WHAT IF I want to make something out of it.
Finally, it spoke to me in a way that only an old piece of junk can. It said, "I am a coat rack." So this is what I made...
a coat rack for my office at school (no the chalkboard isn't smudged). It would have cost me nothing to make because I had the door, borrowed the paint from my daughter, had a spare board for the insert, leftover chalkboard paint, and the knobs. But then I saw, IT, a dragonfly hanger/hook. I bought one of those thingies thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad at $5.97 plus tax. Then back at home, my OCD screamed like a girl, in my head saying, “It’s not balanced. It’s uneven.” To keep peace in the recesses of my mind, I bought another dragonfly. The coat rack cost me $11.94 plus tax to make it, plus $5000 in gas to go to Lowes, twice.
The first thing I would like to write on the chalkboard is "Welcome Back! Your dreams are your ticket out." But I'm afraid if I do, I'll end up with an office full of dreamers. I cannot have that.
I have a lot of empty frames of Millie. She runs so fast and floppy, and I want to freeze frame her, but the picture often comes up empty of her image. I used to think she was super fast, moving at rocket speeds, but now I think she might be Magic Millie, appearing and disappearing at will.
This would explain her glowing eyes.
And perhaps explain her friends "the orbs" hovering in this photo above her pen (in the kitchen) and looking in the empty cookie jars. Sorry I ate the last cookie.
I’m a little creeped out. How about you?
Millie no longer fetches a ball for me without bringing it back and diving underneath the chair I'm sitting in to keep it for herself. Soooo, I gave her my exercise ball and said, "Take that ball under your chair, won't ya?" She didn't.
What's the last thing you recycled or repurposed? Do you ever entertain orbs and ask their names?