Before I attend to the business at hand, I just want to say a few words about my home for posterity. You see, I have just received notice that my house is to be condemned, and I will have to move out within the week. I knew it was only a matter of time, but I never imagined it would end this way.
Realize that I am an accomplished cook, known for putting out the finest of spreads. Yet, as much time as was spent in the kitchen, my concern for matters in the dining room was even greater. The curtains in there are linen, and so that they not discolor, I never use the fireplace, no matter the season.
I like a nice lamp, and I have one in each room. A couple of them are even bejewelled, and they all have shades of different colors. My cat likes to gnaw at their chords. I give him old chords to play with, but these chords aren't plugged in, so he doesn't like them as much. I think he likes it when the lights flicker. I don't mind it either, unless I am knitting, or reading a book. The rug in the den is worn through to the floor in spots, so I can only wear slippers.
The paint on the ceilings suffers from bubbles. Given enough time, this is what gravity will do to any paint. And in the foyer it's cracking, and I suppose it's sagging a bit too. I guess you could say it looks like it's about to collapse. But I'll miss some of the wallpaper, especially on the upstairs stairs where my elbow regularly rubs up against the wall. All that rubbing has worn it down so you can see green with a spattering of tiny gold stars from the wallpaper that's underneath.
I don't know much about dust, except that it comes from the sun and travels through windows on sunbeams. That's why I keep the venetian blinds closed as much as possible. Sometimes I pretend there are two little boys under the bed building forts with dust bunnies. When the night is still, I can hear them. But it's not often all that still as the squirrels in the attic are always at each others throats.
Lately, I eat dinner in the den, sitting in the loveseat right in front of television. My favorite show is Top Cat. It's on channel 5 at seven-thirty, and has been for years.
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I've wondered often over the years about where the dust comes from. All the time the answer was in front of my eyes, so obvious. I think I may once have come close to realizing, but my mind moved on to other puzzles before the thought could fully distill, and as such, it receded back into the void with all my other almost thoughts. I am indebted to your insight.
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