A sudden urge to reclutter
Today, one of my waypoints that serves during late night navigation in our kitchen, moved. A stand mixer, heavy enough to be used in power-lifting competitions. Now in a different section of the ktchen universe, which means that I could get lost.sudden nd mental exercise; now I’ll be expected to grab and go. I know this is a temporary condition, and that we’ll be obliged to restock the drawer. However, some of the scrateced frying pans are also MIA. I don’t know if I want to venture into a carrerole store, and face the barrage of questions about my intended purpose in shopping.
I also noted that a bag of oatmeal is gone. I don’t eat olatneal, having lost the taste at an early point in life, but with the bag gone, I will have to make a decision. Replace or forget. What is I had a pail of clams to degrit? Or a craving for chewy cookies.
I have been warned. This is now a clean area, and my efforts to make things more comfortable will be met with retaliatiory force. I orther words, put things where they belong, as of today. I am not messu, I sweark. Lazy, but never messy. I believe that there is a place for everything; I jut improvise, under pressure.
The times are changing, I guess. As long as the milk jugs are in the usual place (ther refrigerator) I’ll be OK. In passing, have hyou seen the comedy clip about how adults that drink milk aMy real fear is getting lost, in the dark, but that clear surface in the middle of the kitchen is an invitation. Think of all the ways I can repurpose it. or don’t. re dangerous?
