I am a well-known slob. Since Steven’s death (and even before) it has taken on ungodly proportions. I share this as an explanation or maybe just an introduction to the picture I took this morning to share in a blog post.
This is the sort of thing I often see in my house.
When I try to get one coffee filter out of the package, two or three often stick together. I just leave them all outside of the package, knowing I will use them and feeling that it is too much trouble to do otherwise (many things in my life these days feel like too much trouble; that is because of my depression, and I generally strive to do them anyways). Last night I noticed that the extra filters had landed on this goblet It is a plastic goblet, suitable for use on the porch or deck. The flute next to it is plastic as well. We have had one or two porch-sitting days this spring.
I thought it looked cute, like a bride or a lady wearing an Easter bonnet (seasonal!). I thought the champagne flute gave the tableau a festive air. The surrounding spices, coffee tin and what-not, I suppose only clutter up the image, but I must be honest in what I depict. One could argue that I was too lazy to clean things up. However, I go with my former reasoning. I figure, I liked the image because the filter accidentally fell as if the goblet was wearing it. It would add a layer of artificiality if I were to purposely clean up the surrounding area. It may be a rationalization, but I like it (thus rationalizing my rationalization).
I see I am approaching 300 words. Score! When I first noticed the goblet and filter, I did not take a picture but merely enjoyed it. It was not till I awoke this morning that I realized it would be an excellent illustration for a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post.
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