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"GENTLY" RE-INVENTED INTO SOMETHING "USEFUL" I have the alarming habit of "gently" re-inventing whatever comes my way into something I deem more "useful." It is especially embarrassing when I'm in scavenger mode and appropriate something that doesn't really belong to me, yet, and grab it up for the reinvention. This happens, disarmingly, in stores, by the side of the road, and now, horrifyingly, in the home of my in-laws, my husband's childhood home.. I can usually be seen whacking away at something from my dangerous wheeled perch in the kitchen, scraps of snipped-away stuff flying in all directions to the amazement of the cats and humans in my path. The problem with this gentle uncontrollable mania is that the item deemed in need of re-invention was formerly something someone else had a place for in life before my whacking. This not-so-subtle attempt at arts and crafts IS my only known craft; perhaps that's why they all let me write poetry. At least their stuff remains safe that way!
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