Reesie (9) overflowed his second toilet this week, only this time, we didn't catch it as quickly. This time, the water ran and ran, flooding our bathroom, our bedroom, our closet and garage.
Yes, it's two days before Thanksgiving. Before we have five families over for the feast. And instead of thawing the turkey, we're pulling up carpet.
Dave and I could be mad, really mad.
But we're trying not to be. Instead, we're working together with the steam vac and mop.
We had to throw out all the kids' artwork I've been saving for 13 years (which is ironic, considering my last post). We had to throw out my school picture from first grade, Dave's firefighting books.
It was hard at first, but then it got easy. We tossed stuff into garbage bags without even looking at it.
There's now lots of nice space and a smooth floor between the white walls, like it was a decade ago when we moved in. I love it.
If you and I could do this with our writing, if we could let go of "stuff" and keep the essence of the room, what would that bring to our stories? How would our writing become more focused, richer, clean, and clear?
And honest to God, why, when it's snowing outside right now, does Reesie have the hose turned on?
FALL 2015 TOUR
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