A past post.
I'm redoing the website, so I have no time to create an actual post for Sugar's new blog. But I really want to add something to it, so I thought I'd show y'all a post from my personal blog about a Sugar project. It's dated June 15th -when I was bright eyed and giddy over Sugar. I'm still giddy over Sugar, but not so giddy on projects. Anyway, June 15th. Here's what I said....
The beauty of working on the house
So I saw my parents over the weekend and I explained the chore rotation and special projects we have in the commune (still can't call it a collective...makes me feel like a Borg).
Mom said with just a hint of utter disdain, "You can do all that for some strangers, but you won't even put a dish in the sink over here."
It's true. I'm a slob in the parental home. But it's only cuz Mom always tells me how I clean "wrong."
Anyway, that's for the therapist session.
The point being is that I work on the house and I love it. Yesterday I dug a small trench for the next rain season. I think I'm helping the world of digging and ditching when I say that wet dirt is so much easier to scoop up with a shovel than dry dirt. And also, rocks in the dirt is a bad thing. You want to know what I wish they'd bottle and turn into a perfume? Wet dirt. That is the sexiest fucking scent on the planet. It really is. Stick some wet dirt in front of me and take me...take me!
Today, we all worked on a fence. There's this crazy ass fence we had before that made the place look like a hippy's crack den. I don't think hippies smoke crack per se, but I'm using the visual anyway. The fence was made of doors. And it was painted wild colors with stuff like "This is a hippy crack den." Just kidding. I already forgot what was written on it. But it was poetic and artistic and the only reason it was an eyesore was that the doors were indoor doors, so after a couple years of being in rain and wind, the door-fence was buckling, rotting, bowing, warping and screaming to be put to sleep. So here, we were, three girls soon to be aided by a few other people in the house, tearing down the doors and putting up a new fence that will hold up jasmine ivy. Woohoo! We were fantasizing what to say when the neighbors were bringing us cookies in gratitude. I mean, at the last neighborhood meeting, they called it a "blight". We were taking down an eyesore that's plagued them for years! They would so make cookies.
All we got were the kids coming home from school who would walk past and sneer at change. They asked what we did with the fence and we would point at a pile of pink, purple, and blue wood. Then they would heckle us. We had done them wrong. I had no idea. I almost put it back. Maybe they just liked the old fence because their parents hated it. In any case, we all felt a tinge of guilt.
The kids' reactions stick in my head. They really loved that fence. Did it speak to them? I remember reading one door and relating. Let's see if I remember....I may be able to paraphrase..."They said I was too dark. They said I was too light. I was too ethnic. Not ethnic enough. Too tall. Too short..." You get the picture. But it had an ending. I really don't remember the ending. So maybe these kids were truly missing the message from the doors. They had a little reminder that they weren't alone on their way home. Some adult somewhere understood. And we took that away.
I don't really care. I hated that fence.
posted by overflow @ 2:25 PM
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