A House-full

In my living room, if you lay facing the right side of the couch, cock your head to the left and squint just the tiniest bit, you can see our fishbowl that sits next to a plastic potted plant. And if you are patient enough you may see the little orange fish float just in the right place to reflect the little orange leaf. That little fish will just sit there and look at the reflections of himself; above him, below him and beside him. And sometimes, if you see him there long enough, you begin to wonder if he doesn't think the leaf is the most handsome of reflections. Of coarse being a fish he doesn't know what he should look like, nor does he really know what handsome is. But still, what a curious thought.

Really Stripy is the only fish on the whole earth who could discover such a spot in his bowl and I am the only one who has ever seen it. My little home is filled with such wonders. Like how many steps it takes to get from my bed to my bathroom, (12) or what kind of juice WON'T stain the old carpet (apple cider) and what kind WILL (no substance known to us). But what fascinates me the most is that no one besides myself takes part in the wonderful joys of drinking from the Woody and Buzz Cocoa cups. I personally get a lift from Woody promising me that I'm his favorite deputy every morning.

There is very little about my roommates that I understand. I used to miss, in my mothers home, the vocalizing and the musicals and the movies. Now I have a house-full, now I have a house-full of music and spills and marmalade. An adventure such as this requires allot more attention, like a camera that always seems to be low on batteries...stupid rechargeables.