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House of Noh!

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

My neighbors just caught me going through their trash again. I don’t know how they do it. I try to be quiet, but their trashcans are right under their kitchen windows, so maybe that’s how they hear me. Today the whole family burst out of their kitchen door, brandishing brooms and stuff, like they were ready to shoo off a bunch of mischievous trash-scattering raccoons. But instead they just found me, wide-eyed and caught red-handed, with a big bundle of weather-stained broken rocking chair parts held over my shoulder. As always, they handled the situation graciously, saying only things like, “Oh, it’s you.” and, “enjoy that rocking chair.” Then they went back inside and I scampered off. Putting this rocking chair back together is a bit more difficult than I thought it would be. Sometimes (but not always!) people throw stuff away because it’s just not useful anymore. Intellectually, I realize this. But hey, free stuff! And the cool thing is that, when I move out, if the awesome trash I’ve collected isn’t really doing me any good then I’ll just leave it by the side of some dumpster. Circle of Life! I‘ve made some progress, but this rocking chair is still sort of wobbly. I think that this might be a type of low-rider rocking chair, or a chopper rocking chair or something. It tips over backward if I lean on the backrest, but other then that it’s really comfortable, even just sitting on the bare wood slats of the seat. I think I might indulge myself and dress up my new rocking chair with a seat cushion made from that green foam they sell at crafting and fabric stores. That green foam comes to me highly recommended, my grandma likes it so much that she carries a thick square of it around with her so that she can sit on it wherever she goes.

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