Spring Cleaning
We bought some baby chicks (what's life on a farm
without chickens to eat your table scraps?), and we've been brooding them in our
entry room. Mary is sad, because the first experience upon entering the house
is walking through litter and smelling chicken guano. There is some delightful
peeping to make up for it,
though.
Nevertheless, she's eager to
move them into the barn. Unfortunately, the folks who rented the house while we
were in Hong Kong filled the chicken coops with dozens of (largely unused)
crappy plastic appliances, like a baby bottle warmer, a foot massager, a
hand-held upholstery shampooer, a sixteen-part food steamer, and so
forth.
So as we clean the barn, I can't
help but mourn for people whose lives are so empty that they purchase gadgets
they'll never use, and don't even want, in order to pretend that their lives
have meaning. We are a land of unimaginable wealth, yet most of us fritter it
away to become indentured servants to credit card
companies.
Whoa, I swear, this was
going to be about how nice it feels to clean stuff, not an insane rant.
Sorry.
Filed Mon - March 28, 2005, 01:38 PM in
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