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A week's vacation from school-no money to travel, too cold to work in the garden, too early to start drinking....the only thing left to do is sort through the bathroom cabinets and get rid of old medications.
The American Heritage Dictionary that I got in Cape May at a booksale a few years ago, has this definition of clutter: A confused or disordered state or collection; a jumble! (It doesn't have an exclamation point in the definition, I just put that in for emphasis) Every time I open a closet door, or a cabinet drawer in this house, I am staring at clutter. On the surface my house appears somewhat neat and tidy. It's the labyrinth that lurks in the unseen places that bothers me. Here are the contents in the top drawer in the upstairs bathroom vanity: 4 opened squeeze bottles of nasal spray, half a tube of antiobiotic ointment but the tube is crimped and there is rust on it, a box of no-name decongestant tablets with one missing (there is only one missing because when I took it last winter my heart rate went into the triple digits and I didn't like the sudoriferous* effects) some Crest White Strips for bottom teeth, four pair of latex gloves that come with hair dyeing kits, antifungal powder (yuck-whose is that?)razors, hair ties, Vicks Vapor Rub (well it's actually the dollar store brand called Menthol-Petroleum Rub) a couple of hair brushes and hair tumbleweeds, an ace bandage sans clips, an emery board with no emery left on it (the little sandpapery stuff on there really is called emery-it's on page 448 of the American Heritage Dictionary 1985 edition)and some small hotel shampoo bottles. Tonight is trash night and I must heed to this exigent** task.
It has been almost 2 full months since I have been inside of a Walmart, Target, Bed, Bath and Beyond...the only stores I have been in beside the grocery stores were: a thrift store in Simsbury Connecticut (bought a silver bracelet) Lowes (bought light bulbs, new light fixture for kitchen and trash bags) CVS (bought medicine, valentine treats for my class, red hooded sweatshirt for pajama day at school)..some days I forget about my self imposed boycott and I look at the flyers in the newspaper and I get excited to think that I might go buy a new shower curtain or bath mat..but I haven't gone and I really don't miss it-I washed all the old shower curtains and they came out pretty clean-I gave away a couple more bags of clothes that will never fit me again-I even resisted trash picking a futon couch frame, so I feel pretty content for now.
*sweat producing medications
**urgent, immediate
PS. totally irrelevant but humorous bit of information: If your doctor asks you to take the DICK TEST it is a real request-it is a test for the succeptibility to scarlet fever named after George and Gladys Dick who invented it (page 394 in the American Heritage Dictionary 1985 edition)