Horrible dry spell. I've done no writing of any kind for a few weeks. I've started a blog entry or two, but discarded them unsatisfied with the result. Each time I try to divine meaning from the occurrences in my life or even my own behavior, it all comes out bland and rubbery.
And I should have plenty to say. I could talk about doctor appointments and the flu. I could talk about Easter. I could mention family coming to visit. I've read books lately. We're trying to buy a house, and that's a big deal.
But for some reason the event that keeps coming to mind is the most unaccountable, minor thing I've done this month.
I was doing laundry: transferring a load of tee shirts and underthings to the dryer, starting a load of delicates in the washer. In our apartment, the ancient washer and dryer are in a closet off the hallway. Just the two appliances and a couple of linen shelves enclosed by broken accordion doors which slightly muffle the rattling of the dinosaur machines.
Well, I set the dryer and the washer and made to close the doors when I paused. Carefully, I moved aside a bottle of fabric softener and a partial box of dryer sheets. I gingerly crawled up on top of the washer and dryer - I had to curl up on my side to fit under the shelves. Nudging the wobbly doors into place, I just hid there, in the dark of the laundry closet, for a moment. Until I felt the full silliness of my position, then I got out of the closet and did the dishes.
I have no idea why I did that. I was alone in the apartment, so it wasn't for anyone else's benefit. Was I hiding? Did I just want to see if I would fit? Was I just entertaining myself? I am at a loss.
Have you ever done something ridiculous for no apparent reason? If so, please share: it will make me feel less absurd.
Comments (4)
The fact that you did that makes me proud to be your friend.
To make you feel better, I got my legos out last week and built a castle, and I frequently dance for my pets.
I'm not sure what the strangest thing I've done is... but I definitely feel like crawling into a  small space right now. :)
I frequently make weird faces at myself in the mirror in the morning when I'm doing my teeth, and makeup and such. Most of the time, it's to accompany the odd thoughts that seem to float to the surface that time of the morning.
If I had done that (and that's not unlikely), it would probably be a combination of "Can I fit in there?" and wanting to have hiding spots in my own house. Like I know that, if I needed to, I could hide in the trunk of my car, under the computer desk, in the cabinet under the sink in the downstairs bathroom, etc. Yes, it's strange, but then most people are in one way or another.