These scenes play in my head some scaring me out of my bed.
The record is spinning out that song,
all the adults are dancing,
muttering words that sound wrong.
If the record is at its end,
it begins to spin again.
Their laughter makes you want to run and hide,
cover your eyes and let the tears slide.
Wake the next morning to something gone wrong.
The moon is floating lazily, and gone is the song?
The record’s making a bump sound,
and still spinning around.
I am the one in the house that is hiding empty toilet paper rolls. I stuff them in my bathroom drawer and in grocery bags. I hide these in the closet!
I think I will be okay. I do not think this desire to hide empty rolls will cause a future problem! My husband laughs when he finds them and asks if I am alright.
The reason for this unusual behavior is not because I just want to hoard something, but because I want to make something beautiful out of them. The one in the picture is certainly not the best example by any means, but I tried! This craft was done a long time ago, probably right after I made my wobbly headed turkey craft.
I thought if I wrote about what I hide and what I want to make, that maybe some wonderful, pretty creation will come out of it. I need a nudge to get started. Positive thoughts, encouraging myself to try again.
So now that I have shared my peculiar ways, this strange disorder, I have to get busy. One of you out there just might ask have I started my toilet paper flower arrangement!
