Anddddddd

Of what to make. As a kid I had an obsessed with making things, but mostly making things that "work." Taking empty 2 liter soda bottles and cutting them up, taping them together, and rigging them to allow water to trickle from one to the next and swirl around and fill up pools to then get drained and make things "happen." There was this huge gratification in making something out of garbage and having it "look nice" and "work" as if it were some important functioning instrument like a car or something. But it didn't have to do anything.

It could also have been a marble rolling down crevices in my mom's comforter. That was another big one. Or using oaktag to make rollercoasters for my uncles little tiny matchbox cars (not real aluminum matchbox cars, but like super tiny ones.)

Yesterday Tara noticed that our oscillating fan was moving a box that was next to it each time it turned, and we all loved watching it. This is what reminded me of the sort of mouse trap contraptions I used to make. And I'm wondering if I should start this up again.