Off to school today, no radio, quiet, I’m going out to feed the chickens.
Sixteen Objects that represent me….hmmmm…
- a wall of sheep art, posters, postcards that I took down when I saw my divorce coming
- a barn full of sheep munching their grain with the radio playing the early morning news
- a garden of vegetables and flowers, artfully laid out with the seedlings starting to peek out above the dirt
- shelves full of clothes that don’t hang in the closet and never get worn
- bags full of jeans that are too small for me now
- dogs on the bed taking up too much room and if there is room they plop down touching me to make sure there is no space between us
- my mother’s piano music I inherited with her piano when she died that I was afraid to look at because she didn’t like to hear me playing her music
- the stuffed hawk that used to be on a shelf in my grandfather’s camp and the painted rocks that used to be part of his stone fireplace
- the glass fronted bookcases holding junk and books now, that belonged to my grandmother that were given to her when the lawyer she worked for retired
- my blue VW jetta
- 398 River Road
- my three computers and why do I need them