Where Oh Where Oh Where Oh????
Jim doesn't like boxes.
Except when he makes them into art.
Otherwise, they are space greedy nuisances,
most of our boxes land in the garbage.
He opens up every box he finds.
Some he turns them inside out and makes into art.
Boxes show up on display around the house:
Yipes! - suspended from a paper tube on the kitchen island
Empty! - on the fireplace mantel
Secret Treasure - skinny box, shelved spine out with books
The empty box. Really. Is. Empty.
Or not.
Granddaughters are apt to disregard fancy graphics,
they open Jim's boxes.
Inside one box, Aili finds styrofoam peanuts.
But that's okay with Aili.
She gets out a marker and turns plastic chips into puppets....
Fortunately.
Or unfortunately.
Most boxes at our house get organized into the trash can.
Jim disposes of boxes riddled with instructions & warnings.
Into the trash it goes.
I've learned to guard any prescription packed in a box.
Today I find another unlabeled med
on a shelf next to Tylenol,
it may (or not) be for the nebulizer.
Keeping a good attitude can be hard.
What's the med? How do you take it?
At times I just guess.
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Date Published: July 1, 2025