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No One Lives Here

“Welcome to our home- no one lives here” I want to say as I usher our guests inside My husband says the best way to know someone is to visit their home then proceeds to scrub, disinfect, and remove all traces of human life from ours He is normally tidy, so he has created a new definition of 'company clean' beyond my understanding empty, echoing eerily clean my rubber boots relegated to the trunk of my car God forbid anyone know I still play in the mud! In one way it's kind of nice Like visiting someone else's house without the hassle of leaving mine... But soon I'll miss my clutter wishing for the comfortable chaos of my creative processes longing for some evidence of the most important things to me who I am how I feel what I do... Sometimes I long for someone to see my mess no unrealistic expectations just bare, exposed human frailty adorned with a passion for creative survival whatever that looks like... And if they're not strong enough to stomach that I'll find new friends.

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Ann Foster

Date: 11/7/2019 5:31:00 PM

whatever that looks like...friend here... come to tea any time, all will be just fine... (we can buy a shed and hide your things from removal by force...argg.) Hugs. Great write. Ann

Rhona Mcferran
Date: 11/7/2019 6:04:00 PM

Hahaha! Luckily, I don't need a shed... the only thing he actually removed from the house were my boots (everything else just got neatly put away)! ...But thanks for the offer! ;) *Hugs*

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 11/7/2019 2:55:00 PM

This makes me think of those displays of bedrooms and living rooms in department stores (remember department stores?) but they were so bland and antiseptic that they turned me off buying anything! I agree, a home needs the clutter of a full life!

Rhona Mcferran
Date: 11/7/2019 3:24:00 PM

Oh I know... it's like those ridiculously skinny mannequins that give us no idea what the clothing would look like on a normal person! It would be helpful (if a bit hilarious) if they would stage furniture displays with normal clutter in somewhat chaotic still-life scenes! Sure, it would turn off the neat freaks... but aren't they out-numbered anyway? ;D

M. L. Kiser

Date: 11/6/2019 3:12:00 PM

I admit that I'm a slob, "company clean" I will never be and really, "if you've ever worked in a company office...they're filthy". Love this line especially, 'God forbid anyone know I still play in the mud!" Stay a child, Rhona; never completely leave that place. Enjoyed.

Rhona Mcferran
Date: 11/6/2019 10:26:00 PM

Ah, no danger of me growing up! hahaha! Glad you enjoyed! ;)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/4/2019 11:15:00 PM

Research has proven that creative people have permission to be creative if they live in some kind of mess or squalor, so it is GOOD for the imagination. "eerily clean my rubber boots relegated to the trunk of my car God forbid anyone know I still play in the mud!" Loved this!

Rhona Mcferran
Date: 11/4/2019 11:46:00 PM

So glad you enjoyed this! I keep shaking my head & laughing at whatever weird impulse made him hide my rubber boots... so I figured it'd be fun to throw that in! ;D