Big River
It was another good day of going and doing. Bought the paint for today’s job. Boxed up the daily use Pfaltzgraff China. Then, late in the evening I made a discovery that undid my previous work of days before. My son and I were looking for a red metal pitcher. Couldn’t find it. I did find, however, the rest of the Noritake and Sheffield China in a low to the floor cabinet drawer. It’s a bigger collection that I thought. Oh, also I found the Pfaltzgraff coffee cups hanging in the back of the old pie safe. I have more boxing days ahead of me.
And while I was out and about, I found lights to replace the lights in the top of the China Cabinet. Installing the lights will be a test of my tiny electrical skills. It appears these LED lights are designed to be installed in cabinets which means they’d normally be hardwired to the house. But my China Cabinet is a stand alone fixture, and the lights require a plug with a switch in it. No one in the DIY industry appears to believe that anyone would ever need to run a three prong plug with a switch in it to a wall outlet.
Meanwhile, all of this just seems like little bits of a little life and hardly earth shaking. But it’s what I have and it’s what I’ve chosen to write about, and when you piece it all together there I am. A person, knocking around, doing things, having a tiny affect on those around him, trying to make sure it’s for the better, trying to create as little turbulence as possible, trying to be an eddy of still water on the edge of the big river of life. Trying. And sometimes it is. Trying.