spring awakening. a musical, but also what i like to call it when i re-stage the house. i title these things because it amuses me.

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so this spring,

after cleaning, 

things moved around.

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my mother did this often in our home in houston,

she kept an armoire filled with seasonal "props"

(objets to artworks.  candles to candelabrum.  candleabras?)

so the eye wouldn't get "tired".

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i completely understood that,

even at seven.

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so this spring,

the balinese teak foo dogs

(remember?  the ones i saved from the burning saab in the GAYEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE?)

moved, finally,

outside:

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personally,

i love how avec seems to think she's related to them.

she has yet to sniff one,

but she will curl up and watch them intently.

waiting.

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a new table moved to the living room,

and tim's sculpture moved downstairs,

along with assorted glass collections:

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all in all, it's lighter,

brighter,

and a place where you can kick of your shoes.

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as long as they "go" with everything.

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