I am certain that both of my readers have been wondering what ever happened to the Jar of Squalor. (Weren’t you? WEREN’T YOU??) Well, let me tell both of you this: Despite not posting an update since April 18, which referenced photos from April 11, which was like forever a whole month ago, I have intermittently diligently been filling the jar with, well, SQUALOR.
I must confess to you here something that has weighed heavily upon my heart. Yes, I have breached the protocol I set out for myself when this insipid series began. At least twice, I have cut to the chase and vacuumed the floor instead of carefully sweeping its dirty contents onto a dustpan funneling it into the Mason jar. Why? Because, who has time for this?? Certainly not me. I’ve said my Hail Marys, and I’m not even Catholic. I’m over it.
This does not mean that I have not been sweeping the floor with a broom in between vacuumings, because readers? Please know, I have been sweeping like a crazy woman. But really, it’s just too much to keep up with. Don’t understand? TRY IT. YOU’LL SEE. LOOK AT THE JAR.
Yet, I feel compelled to continue this ridiculous exercise – which will prove what, I’m not certain – until the jar is full. So then, it is with a mixture of apathy and, frankly, indifference, that I present to you, the JoS IV:
As you can see, we’re getting there. This gigantic quart jar is much fuller than when I posted JOS III, or JOS II, or even JOS 1. The contents are condensing onto themselves, much like a black hole, so we have a good, dense pack of CRAP. And, I venture that the contents are significantly more varied than in past posts. We’ve got leaves, dog food, dog hair, dirt, twist-ties, shreds of paper, petrified carrots, bits of Froot Loops, and lots and lots of just plain DIRT.
What does this prove? Is this art imitating real life, or perhaps the reverse? Only you can decide. For beauty, my friends, is in the eye of the beholder.
Stay tuned for JoS V. Coming to theaters everywhere.
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Where’s the JOS haiku?!?!?
(p.s. add THREE readers)
luv ya
Make it four readers. Or five, I can’t do the math.
The Jar of Squalor looks amazingly like a supper I served up recently.
I’m not proud.
Six.
Seven, although I usually skid in sideways and then camp for a week.
Camp among the detritus. Your detritus is nicer than my detritus.
Foolery – don’t be, um, FOOLED, you can never tell if the photos have been doctored. Camp all you want – we’ll put a concrete pad down for ya if you want to stay a while!