Happy Thanksgiving.
You would think it would take a lot longer than a couple weeks before the glitter wore off, but I hate to say that is what has happened. The excitement, the anticipation of excitement, all the thrill is gone. And it happened all of a sudden. One minute, everything is cool; the next moment, it's in the dumpster.
This morning, I did not wait for the bag of garbage to fall 13 stories and smack into the big trash compactor at the bottom. I don't know why. As I walked down the hall from the room with the trash chute, I realized that I had not stood there in front of the trash chute, listening for the thud. Maybe it was the excitement of throwing the wooden doors I removed from a small armoire down the chute and listening to them clatter down ... maybe that was the ultimate thrill, and all else is anti-climactic. Yes, that might be it.
I haven't told anyone about my fascination with the trash chute. It's hard to explain ... you know, people would think I'm nuts. But then again, they probably wish they could do it.
Posted by Bill at November 24, 2005 02:36 PMIt' about doing whatever works as long as it makes you feel better.
Posted by: Patrick O'Neil at November 24, 2005 10:01 PM