...nesting...

As Fall ever so slowly approaches us here in the Deep South, I have this emerging urge to nest. Please don't ask and I don't know...

I have gotten on my hands and knees to scrub the tub AND toilet in mine and Brenda's cave...scrubbed the sink and vanity(yes, I did say vanity). What? Wiped down my too large of a collection of oils and scents, gathered and packed all unneeded medical supplies and medications. Well, actually, I bagged them...but anyways, I have purged myself of "stuff" that is simply not needed or not used. Honey yes, I have a To Be Donated box open and ready...we donate to the ACRC. I hope no one gets pissed that I should say who I donate to, and if I have pissed someone off, oops, it's Happy Hour down at the pub. Lawdy, I digress! I have one of those huge garden bags just about full of rubbish. Questions...Does a house lose weight when purged of excess? Does dust reproduce? No. Really. I've seen spots here that the dust has become some sort of community. Folks politicizing here with their little posters...

Look, I don't know why I'm nesting. I don't understand. No, I'm not pregnant, not to the best of my knowledge anyways. Kinfolks would say and think I had one just because my niece just had a baby boy this week...may be I just want to help my bride, maybe I feel the want to tidy and task, maybe it's the wish to purge...to eliminate...I don't know. Yet.

This is what I do know, I now return to the task and tidy...prepare for the Winter ahead...soon it comes. It's going to be a cold one...

peace, love and understanding,
It's me, Mario!

p.s. Pushing The Envelope!!