Mysteries Of The Season


So if there is one thing we may agree on, it’s that this is October. Unless you’re reading this more than eleven days from now. We’ll see. But I remind you that we have a rabbit around here, sometimes two rabbits. So we sweep, pretty regularly, as otherwise every surface in the house would be covered thirty feet deep in fur. So if you understand the setting, then, please answer me this: how did I just now sweep up a Christmas-tree light?

A stray Christmas light, surrounded by a little dust, on the wood floor.
The dirt, now, that’s a more seasonally-appropriate Bastille Day dirt. So that part makes sense.
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Author: Joseph Nebus

I was born 198 years to the day after Johnny Appleseed. The differences between us do not end there. He/him.

4 thoughts on “Mysteries Of The Season”

  1. This is impressive. Knowing which room you strepy might help the triangulation, but offhand I’m guessing it was finally jostled from atop a.. …no, how would it get there from the tree?

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    1. That’s the rational part; I was sweeping from the corner of the living room where we put the tree over to the dining room. But where was it in the meanwhile?

      (For now I’ve put it on top of the thermostat, because there’s a little flat space with an edge around it, so it shouldn’t fall too easily too soon again.)

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