The Nomad Revolution
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How to remove a plate stuck inside a bowl
I’ll explain: Earlier today, I was about to get to the bottom of the pile of dishes in our non-revolutionary sink. Lastly an intriguing assemblage of household items. After a few - and very failed attempts to untangle the plate and the bowl, I casually told Amanda about the problem, who did notice it even earlier in the day.
Now here comes the character plot:
1. Character A, patient, thoughtful, wise: decides to let the “problem” sit. For a while.
2. Character I, reckless, endowed with no patience whatsoever: suggests the only (obviously) solution at hand - breaking the plate
3. Character A: looked it up on-line
End.
Clearly we’re not the only ones who had this problem. Now don’t think this is stupid, trivial pursuit (Try if you do). And don’t think we’ve given up on our previously nomadic habits for the comfort of a home. That sense (because nomadism is another sense, or calling) is there just as live and kicking - perhaps slightly in hibernation. Those who believe that nothing happens by accident, and that the symbolic content of the world becomes at times manifest in the smallest, most casual instances - those, might endeed have sensed the deeper meaning of this. I will just say, perhaps new adventures are coming.
And then again perhaps I just came up with a perfect excuse, a compelling disguise, to argue my way out of the responsibilities of up keeping this blog. Time for some Housework!
