The wind affected by beauty sleep. Out here in the country, the power lines get blown around, and sometimes blown down. Last night, the power went out no less than six times.
So what you say? So the sump pump won’t work and the basement fills with water. Since my office is down there, (I refer to it as the hovel) it’s a big deal. I also store the kids’ old school work from Pre-K through high school, momentos of their childhood like science projects that might be recycled. Might be recycled? My youngest kid is 17.
Why can’t I just let that fake volacno made from a baby bottle go? Perhaps I would feel bad to disrupt the family of spiders that have make this island paradise their home for generations. Perhaps I am too lazy to reach up and take it to the garbage can beacause then I would have to clean off the top of the shelf that it was on.
I prefer to think that it’s because when I look at them I can hear the conversations from those years ago when we worked around the kitchen table and created them with the kids. How we laughed at using a baby bottle as the base, and had to sneak it away from my son who was still using it at the time, and then had to run to the store again because we ran out of clay to cover it up. The three kids each had the same teacher and over the 8-year-span had the same assignments (but that is another story), so we have three versions of this “how an island gets formed”. You had to put baking soda and vinegar in it to make it “explode” which was great fun. Yes, I am a sentimental slob with big bags under my eyes for lack of sleep. 
When one is this sentimental, you need to blame the bags under your eyes on the sleep you lost when the power went out when really it was because you spent time going through your old crap and laughing at it by candlelight when you should have been sleeping.
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“I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam: I looked into the soul of another boy.” ~ Woody Allen
