Well, it’s been a month or so since I’ve written and I’m being baaaaad again.
I should tell you about Barb, the woman I live with. Just picture, a 69 year old woman, with no teeth, who walks really slow, has a dog that can’t hold it’s bladder and screeches out, “Dominique! Dominique!”
Yah, that’s her, but that’s not all of her. I should have added that she is a packrat. Now, I’ve seen packrats before. I used to play with this grrrl named Ola when I lived in Logan Square. Her next door neighbor was a PACKRAT. So much stuff in that house-it was awful. I don’t know how we got through the house, but for us, as little grrrls it was fun. You could hide in all the stuff. She really liked the home shopping channel and just kept ordering.
Barb is not like her. She’s a different kind of packrat. She keeps trash. For example, she has old newspapers from 1998. She has words cut out from magazines. She has pringle tops. She has old cereal boxes. Why does she need this, you might ask. Because, everything can be used. But, will it? I think [...read more...]