Cleanup crew

So the games are over.  The tinsel and the hoopla are put aside for another year.  The cleanup crew of one (that would be me) is on it… if you call glacial speed on it.

I bent over and picked up a Nemo card belonging to the Disney’s Headbandz game.  Mickey Mouse ears are designed to hold a Disney character card intact so you are the only one not knowing who is in your headband.  Then asking “yes” and “no” questions, you proceed to identify your character.  No fair.  Couponman got a pass.  When someone placed the Nemo card in his band, the little Mouse made his fishy noises.  “Nemo,” he shouted.

I picked up a lid and placed it on our new Logo game box.  “How do you play Log-go,” the Bug had asked.

“It’s pronounced ‘lō-go,’” said the GAP.  We’re all thinking, including his mom, that this should be a no brainer because of his given name.  “Lō-go, Lō-gan,” his mom laughs.  “Get it?”

“Log-go,” he repeated.

“Come’on, Logg-in,” chuckled Cheezy.  “Let’s play.”  I’m still laughing over the “Deordorant brand that uses a football position as its brand name” question.  I’m thinking there must be one called “Tackle” while the GAP is muttering, “I hope its not Tight End.  Well, at least its better than Loose End.”

I picked up a load of food waste and walked outside.  And not because the trash compactor still isn’t working.  Aunt Coco had given the nephews and niece the grossest gift ever.  A large plastic storage container.  Nothing gross about that, you’re thinking.  Well, not until she broke up compost, added water, and mixed in a large bag of Redwigglers.  Did I mention that she gave the worm farm to my grandkids, not me?  Then how come I end up with it?  I’m just the grandma.

“All you have to do is bury garbage, no meat or dairy,” she explained.  “once, maybe twice a week.  Then you collect their poop.  It’s great for the garden.”  Just what I need another collection of sorts.  Good to know poop is good for something though.  All the you-know-what I’ve collected through all the years hasn’t been good for much of anything.  And it should be so-o-o easy [sarcastic tone] to distinguish poop from mounds of soil.  “The worms will double in number in less than a month.”  How exciting! [sacastic tone, again]

“This is the neatest present ever,” said the six-year-old Worm had said while holding a wiggly one in the palm of her hand.

So now I’m feeding worms on a weekly basis.  Oh, well, they don’t talk back.

There were stacks everywhere, almost to the ceiling.  Looks like I cleaned up on fun memories more than anything else.  Hope you have, too.  Happy New Year!

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