Sunday, October 13, 2013
Exhibit E: My Dining Room
Our table was handed down to us from my aunt and uncle through my cousin who used to live with us. It has scratches and stains, most of which were provided by my own creative children.
Our table always always has at least seven pieces of paper on it. I don't know why. They magically appear even after I diligently throw/put away whatever is on there.
The highchair always has toys under it. I'm okay with that, because they're easy enough to find when I need to hand one to the baby to keep her occupied while I make her food.
What you don't see are the crumbs under the booster seats. Again, those are very hard to stay on top of. I sweep them up, they materialize within the hour.
And then there is that huge, blank wall. I just don't know what to do there. The Nester always says it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful, but I don't even have any imperfect ideas for that space.
My sister asked me once how many times a week I sweep under my table. I asked her if she meant how many times a month; the answer is two, although I have a goal of sweeping weekly. That doesn't happen.
However, amidst this ordinary dining room, I must point out my favorite extraordinary feature: the tile floor. When we moved in the floor was a dingy, stained carpet. Our dear old friend Kelvin tiled it for us, and it's the nicest thing in our house. Especially when I sweep it clean.
Welcome to our ordinary dining room.
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