frazzled-imp's Diaryland Diary
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Do they make clogs that big?
I�ve finally started to make a dent in the boxes downstairs.
Last night I stayed up �til three o�clock in the morning hanging up clothes (which had previously been living in a pile atop the deep freeze) and putting books into my bookcase. I�d almost forgotten what a bookcase looks like with books in it, and not jammed to the rafters with stuffed animals and crayons. It�s kind of nice in a respectable, adult sort of way.
It�s weird being able to look around my room, and not see it invaded with various dollhouse parts, or tiny plush sheep, tigers, and bears.
I also got the fish tank set up, and it�s gurgling away downstairs, sans fish. Hopefully, I�ll be able to get some residents for it later on this evening.
Little by little, the basement is beginning to feel like �my� space.
One thing I�ve learned, in the last week.
When the floors above you are hardwood, no matter how softly the people upstairs are walking, it sounds like a small herd of elephants are making their way through the house.
A small herd of elephants that are dancing a jig.
While wearing wooden clogs.
Except for the cat. He sounds like a rhinoceros doing a tango.
I just popped my head into Max�s bedroom to check on him, and Aislinn. Also, to put a movie on for them.
Aislinn was batting at the window curtain, eyes squinted, sounds of disgust coming out of her mouth. She noticed me in the doorway, turned, and announced�
�Mommy, the sun�s a bitch.�
You can�t really argue with that.
12:14 PM - October 06, 2003
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