Friday, December 15, 2006


It must drive them crazy, I think. I'm not really sure because I only speak to them in passing. I wondered, for example, who stole my spells. Harmless ones, but they gave me hope, and that is what these things do. They give you hope so that you can focus on the goal. Make things happen.

Two coins, on my front door mat. An ugly thing that Tim left when he moved away. I have never bothered with changing it. It would be a silly expense. Unnessesary when I have a whole world of yarn to buy instead. I wipe my feet on it. It doesn't need to be fancy.

There was a penny there, when I moved in, and I left it. I decided that with a penny at my door, soon there would be more. I added another, a Canadian equivelant. Hoping this time, to attract a Canadian*. That one I knew was a bit of folly. Regardless of what they did or did not bring, they made me smile each time that I saw them.

Once day they were gone. I wondered who would snag my coins. It has bothered me for several months. Not the kind of bother that eats at you, but the kind that pops into your head at odd times before floating out again.

When I brought home my tree last weekend, and carried it up to my door, I made a little mess. As it slammed down on the dormat, pineneedles scattered thickly onto the porch. I know I should have cleaned them up, the vaccume** was two feet away and still plugged in from earlier in the day. But I left them. Partly because I am damn lazy and partly I think, because I like stepping on them.

As I was sitting among my clutter this evening, I heard a strange sound near my door. It didn't take me long to puzzle it out. My neighbor was sweeping my doormat. It must drive them crazy, I think, that I leave things out like that. Untidy. careless. I can hear the vaccume next door right now, furiously cleaning. I like to vaccume. I just don't get around to it very often. If the pine needles had been inside, they would be gone. If the pennies had littered my carpet, they would never have had that adventure on the porch.

I'm glad I don't feel the need to tidy other people's living space, you never know what sort of magic you are sweeping away.

*In reference to that Canuk, it obviously didn't work, but maybe it had a different outcome, I just don't know it yet!
**I have never been able to spell this word.


Charlie Foxxtrot said...

"**I have never been able to spell this word."

I have a lot of trouble with that word as well. Glad to see you're still blogging.

Rich | Championable said...

Maybe whoever stole your spells really, really needed them.

Sensei Ern said...

Or, maybe it was the dreaded neighbor sweeper.

My neighbor comes into my driveway and sprays weed killer on the dandelions growing through the cracks. He also edges the curb. I wish I could get him to mow the lawn and clean up after my dogs, too. It would save me a lot of headaches.

Gary said...

Best way to attract a Canadian is to go to Canada. Maybe that's where you should spend your next Vacation. :)

BTW, I'm not sure how to spell it either but I think it has two u's in it.

shqipo said...

Some ppl (neighbors) just amaze me... in a non-understanding, puzzling, WTF way