I’d like to introduce myself.
I am Swirl. I chew things.
But please know, I am more than what I chew.
The books and towels and dog beds, the blankets and insurance papers and pens, the rugs and curtain rods and wicker baskets, the gardening gloves and dresser knobs and bags of dirt – they don’t define me.
I am Swirl.
Yesterday, I was asked to be a guest blogger on Red’s Wrap. I didn’t know what to make of such a request so I told them I needed to sleep on it.
I think they’re offering blogging as a constructive alternative to chewing the laundry basket. It’s as if they’ve marked me as big and dumb, like I’d fall for writing as a way to get attention versus time-proven door and dresser damage. Did I tell you that when I pulled the drawer out of the little dresser and it crashed on the floor and everything fell out that there was an old screwdriver set in a case that opened if you pulled the latch just right and then you could pull out all the tiny screwdrivers and they would go in your blanket? You can’t eat them though because they are steel. I don’t eat steel.
I’m not sure about this writing thing but I do have stories to tell. About chewed things certainly and other things, too.