The multicolored, plastic beveled beads are my favorite. At least the sparkles do you the favor of announcing their presence. A low swipe and a lob in to the plastic recycling basket below the kitchen sink marks the beginning of their new life cycle. I'm slowly dumping the junk, but at least it's getting recycled, I think. And then in a few hours, I repeat the process, the relative size remains the same, colors are even similar - brilliant hues of pink, purple red - this time it's round and plastic, a mini-rubber band intended for another bracelet, but it got left behind.
Have you ever tired of hearing yourself mutter the same complaints? It's relentless, the treadmill. He asks me why I'm not more interested in putting in just a few moments of the day on the treadmill. Why would I want to do that? I'm already on one. It keeps going, I can put myself in sync with the rhythm, or I can hop off, but it'll keep on going, keep on going, wuap, wuap, wuap, wuap.
I wrote the above a few months ago. Things have improved since then regarding "the stuff". Can't wait to post pictures of our new look in the school room! Stay tuned!