I wrote some time ago about the concerted efforts of everyday objects, created to ease our lives and make everything safer and more convenient, often have the opposite effect. They work pretty efficiently to make my life more difficult. That attractive new soap dish that I was refilling and . . . . . you can see where this is going. More times than I can count, Herself and The Daughter have been on the phone chatting amiably when something inanimate is misbehaving and I respond accordingly. I can hear the conversation now – “What is dad fixing?” I’m going to quote again that famous narration in the movie, “A Christmas Story”. You know the one, where the father is down trying to get the furnace working. To quote, “in the heat of battle, my father wove a tapestry of obscenity that, as far as we know, is still hanging in space . . .” Yes, indeed. I work in profanity the way Picasso worked in sharp angles.
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