Fazy Leeling...err lazy feeling.

They all have their own space, well decorated. It is just comfortable enough. They neatly share the given space and don't quarrel among themselves. Some are forced into being naughty and lie on top of each other. Arr! But they do follow rules, gladly. Today, I bet they feel homeless inside the home, entirely due to my laziness. They are my plates, glasses and pots, in the kitchen. I haven't felt the urge to pick up everything and put it where it belongs. I call it being lazy not busy.

A half filled wine bottle with a loose cork—semi-soaked in the wine—placed on its mouth, sits next to the stainless steel microwave. The small space between the fridge and the sink has been captured by the microwave. A sliding glass window above the sink shows the parking lot, some trees, Storke ave, and the mountains full of beautiful houses. Most of the wood is modern wood in the kitchen, including the spice rack which holds about 12 seven inches long glass bottles with green caps, containing, basil, thyme, lemon pepper, Herbes de Provence, fish garnish, to name a few. I've used basil the most out of all, to add an Italian touch to my penne pasta with olive oil.


A cute little four feet dining table is screaming for emptiness. Poor thing has been brave since last night, carrying the burden of its little mates in the kitchen, of course because of my laziness. The napkin holder stands still wrapping the paper towel role so close to it. An empty “Dole 100% Juice Berry Blend” carton is thanking me for not throwing it away in the big stinky garbage can yet. The lonely wine glass, with its long thin stem and a round base, is waiting to get rid of its stickiness and to be placed back on its rightful shelf in our ladder. The yellow water carafe with green flowers, a gift from Julie, perhaps wonders, "Where the heck am I?" The yellow heart shaped candle is extinguished, yet waits to be lit, any moment. It's getting dark outside. I shall free them from the open space and put them back into the cabinets which are craving for fullness. To hell with being lazy, it's time to get busy.