Pacified by a bagel

But I still feel really bad about the tea kettle. And this is why. Okay, so I'm living with my mother right now. It's not easy for either of us. It's not hard, either. But let's say our sense of aesthetics cross paths here and there. I have this problem with ruining pots. What happens is I put something on for boil and I forget about it because I'm on the internet or playing a video game or watching a movie and the all the liquid boils away and marks up the pot in question. I did this last week a sauce pan. It wasn't much of a burn stain, but it was irreversible. Mom gets home and she's upset about it. Why? Well, the sauce pan in question was something that her grandpa had given her; the namesake of my brand spankin' new nephew, incidentally. I told her, well, you know there's such a thing called entropy. But that didn't fly with her. And now I've ruined her teapot and she's gonna come home. See this is bad, because she wasn't REALLY upset about the saucepan, even though it was one of the last remaining noumenal objects from her long gone grandfather, but she did tell me that I need to be more mindful about things. It's true. I live in my head and I treat a lot of my stuff like crap. And here I am, treating all of her stuff like crap too. So a few days later I set the tea kettle out and I don't put much water in it because I don't want to drink a huge cup of tea and then I forget about it and the whole kettle turns brown and stained. It's kind of beautiful. That will be my spin when she gets home. Look how beautiful your boring old tea kettle looks, mom.

See, this isn't working. I did need to write about this. But the blog format isn't clicking with me.

Hm. Well, once I find my camera I'll post some pictures up of the tea kettle.