So, what did I do this fine summer Saturday – I got a box out of my chicken coop in the basement. My chicken coop is a 4foot cube – most of it is being used by a friend who is “over stuffed”. But, when I moved in, I put a copy paper box in the coop. A box that directed me to deal with and shred contents this year. Well, for me – this year has 3 months left at this location. And, I couldn’t have named a single item that was in that box.
So, I went to get the box this morning. It had several bundles of papers neatly labeled “Trash after Jan 1, 2016”. These went off to the to be shredded pile unexamined. There was a shoebox full of “Carlton Trinkets”. I got rid of lots of his “trinkets” – these are what is left. What do you do with a man’s “Army Zippo” lighter? Especially a lighter that belonged to a man of never smoked ANYTHING. And cuff links, tie tacs and bars? Maybe I need to put the shoebox back in the chicken coop and label it “Deal with in 2017”.
Then, I had lunch with friends and went to the theater. Great show. It think it was a happy confluence of the audience and the really crappy mood of the human race that made the show seem so very good. The show was “Born For This” – about BeBe Winans Story. What’s not to love? BeBe and CeCe, and rest of the family, Jim and Tammy Faye Baker, and Whitney Houston. The house was packed. 95% of the audience black church people. 5% like me – you know the crowd – old white liberals from civil rights/peace corps days. And every last one of us, scared for our county and our planet. Oh and BeBe was in the house.
