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M.I.A.

Me- in action, sometimes inaction, but always- acting out!
 

Sticking a Cork In It

I have, since our introduction, kept the cork from every bottle. There are, with humor and shame- a few 1/2 corks, those are from when our love was young and my dexterity with the bottle opener was green. I keep corks and I only think I know why.

I'm digging for my keys in my purse- I have to get into my office. I have to pee- I have to get into my office! Gagging the abyss of purse I think I've got... no- that's a packet of gum. . . that's my business card holder. . . that's a cork. I have a cork in my purse?!?

The sickness to my sentimentality is almost monumental in the amount of weird little artifacts that I keep. Reminders of love, good times, family here, family gone, family of choice. I find that I keep some of the most bizarre benign things. Corks are a favorite. I have plans of fashioning my corked times into trivets or an argyle patterned back splash in a kitchen (yes, I have that many).

I finally got into my office. I got home and chunk the cork into the huge glass decanter with its mates. I find myself staring at the corks. I briefly wonder if this may not be the sign of a problem but I don't entertain that long. It occurs to me that so many of those corks were bottles of wine shared with friends. A few I finished myself, unselfishly. OK- maybe more than a few. . .

I have managed to turn something shared with others into something I get to cherish in my own space. I didn't know it at the time.
I still don't know what to do with all these corks.
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At 9/15/2007 12:20 PM, Blogger Christina said...

What - who has a drinking problem?    



At 9/15/2007 8:04 PM, Blogger Aunt Kim said...

Come to Kansas and we will share a bottle of wine and you can keep the cork. Glad to see you are back posting.    



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