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From raven on 10.29.09 @ 10:37 PM

i have to let you know that i have adopted this habit as well ever since i moved into my first apt. last july. i say its in homage to one of my favorite people, but really im just a sucker for eccentricities.


From Jennifer Miller on 10.29.08 @ 08:33 PM

I'm weird about my books. I am not a good housekeeper by any means. I never dust the house, but I dust my books. If either of our mothers stop by, they will be able to see that at least my bookshelves are clean. I also organize my to-be-read piles very carefully. They are at least three piles in various places in the house leading to the bedroom. The one closest to the couch I read in the living room and kitchen, but the rest of the piles eventually make it too the pile in the bedroom on the nightstand. After they are read, they go on the desk to be reshelved. Eventually.


From Amy Nichols Adams on 07.10.08 @ 02:16 PM

I used to work for Indiana University Southeast in New Albany,IN. My boss at the time had the same type of quirk. When it was just her and her husband, she would return her silverware to the bottom of the piles so that each knife, fork, and spoon would feel equally used.


From Crimean on 07.02.08 @ 11:45 PM

I seen you and I can tell you that more than just your edge is white!


From Crystal Torres on 07.02.08 @ 11:09 AM

I get it. Somewhere in the midst of taking care of young children and my grandmother's hospice care I gave up all the little quirks of my cupboard. I was too grateful for anyone else putting away my dishes to care how they did it. I've let the chaos reign now, a year after Grandma's death, almost as a reminder of that gratitude. That they are not my way reminds me of the kindness of friends and family each doing it a different way until there was no longer any particular way at all. Before all that, there was a time when little rituals like this could make my day. I think this shows an emotional investment in the trivial and your attention to detail that is part what you makes you the poet that takes my breath away.




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