r.i.p. blender

The blender leapt out of the fridge to it’s death Wednesday. It smashed all over the floor in a pool of smoothie and broken glass, some of which I think I may have found with my foot yesterday morning.

Either that or it was the glass my roommate broke two weeks ago or the spice jar I broke last week.

I can’t always tell when the pieces are little. I can’t see it but I can feel it. It’s a little itchy but I’m not going to worry about it much. I heard that your body ejects those sorts of things after a while. I’m not so sure that that is true. I have a piece of glass stuck in my right foot that’s been in there for years. I don’t usually notice it but sometimes when I remember it’s there I poke and squish it around. That kind of hurts. I really should leave it alone.

Either way I’m not keen on going to the doctor to have it taken out. Been there, done that. It was pretty unpleasant, far more unpleasant than just leaving the glass in.

I helped my roommate clean up the blender but later I rescued the pieces from the garbage and washed them. The glass is pretty thick. I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do with it just yet. I’ll make something out of it eventually.

I brought it home to my parents, where I am right now. My father grinned bemusedly because this is the sort of thing he would do too, bringing random crap home to make art projects that have not yet been defined.

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