First, I have become obsessed with old cubby-type cabinets for The Merc. I can’t explain my preoccupation with finding these cabinets for display purposes, but it’s gotten out of hand to the point that I’m considering renaming The Merc “The Cub” and just getting it over with.
Then I try to analyze why I’m so drawn to square, defined cubbyholes more than, say, normal linear shelves. I know it’s not a need to be in control-if that were the case, my kitchen drawers would be neat.
I know it’s not that I need to be organized-if that were the case, well…my kitchen drawers would be neat.
So far all I can come up with is “I love old square things.”
I should have been a psychologist! Look at how deep I can delve into a person’s psyche!
I mean, WHAT in my past would bring me to this point?
So far all I can come up with is “I was dang hungry.”
See? My psychoanalysis knows no bounds.
And what does it say about me that when I saw this utterly harmless garter snake in my flower bed over the weekend, I screamed, darted across the yard, jumped in the pond, swam to another country…then came back and snapped a photo of the little guy with my phone?
So far all I can come up with is “I am weird.”
Learn from me, my friends.
And while you’re trying to assimilate all this profound insight, I hope you enjoy this twinkly moment from my walk last night.
Fireflies help everything make sense.