I went over to the old house. (Not Mom’s, maybe it was similar, maybe in yc.)(Rhonda and I are remodeling) (what a mess!) but instead of Rhonda, some lady I used to know was there instead. She’s going to do the cleanup. How embarrassing, I cannot remember her name. But that’s ok, I think it was one of Gina’s friends. The microwave was going and there was popping going on. It must be very ready. I was just stopping by so I left.
A few days later I came back. She’s still there. The house is still a mess, but not as much. From my prospective, too little progress. I hear the microwave going, again with the popping and crackling.
I go outside, to the back, maybe a little cleanup there too. But there are twigs and stuff that prevents mowing that foot deep wheat that seems to come back every year. I start picking them up. I take it over to the compost (ha) pile.. hmm out looks like it’s been cleaned up a bit… And also arranged. Big twigs on left.
I go back inside… The microwave is still running popping, crackling, bing. It’s done. She takes out the plate and I see inside… Yuck, she probably never covered a dish and never cleaned it. I see about a cup of stuffing of on a corner. Lots of liquid stains, crusts… I leave.
Graphic Credits
Graphic Credits
Near the edge of the picture a lady facing away is sweeping the floor.
Photo.