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Beneath the carpets [Monday, Jan. 07, 2008, 7:32 pm]
There is no more steam to blow off, and so tonight I will most likely descend to the basement, which is mostly full of junk. Somehow we've kept an open spot for winter activities - an oval long enough to make numerous circuits while riding a scooter. Yes, a scooter. One of those cute but nearly useless ones that were all the rage a few years ago. They only work on very smooth surfaces, and fortunately the concrete floor of a basement qualifies as very smooth. Since no one else really rides it, I have little company, and thus I can just get on it and whiz around, letting the air blow past me like a fan to maybe stir up a few slumbering thoughts, influenced by the insignificant memories hidden down here - numerous old bedsprings, wood scraps, 1980's Chemistry textbooks, books written entirely in French, and equally ancient National Geographic magazines that clutter the landscape. After several minutes I may sit on one of the old van benches (complete with seat belts) shoved up against the smooth concrete walls. I know why so many things are confined to the darkness of the basement - especially important things like heaters and boilers. The rest of the house depends on their resources, but the sad fact is, they're ugly. What would we do without appliances, tools, reference materials, and spare parts? They're integral to the upkeep of a house, but we store them down here... in the dark and cold, because they don't fit the daily landscape. We use them when we need to, but aren't averse to letting them gather dust in a more unfriendly environment. No secrets here... just an overlooked sense of use. All the same, I don't think this place of life has to be unfriendly. It just needs a little appreciation now and then. Miss anything?
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