This is one of last year's pictures because, aside from stepping outside to hang up laundry and again to bring it in, I spent yesterday in the kitchen -- not, alas, cooking but taking EVERYTHING out of the refrigerator, the bookshelf full of cookbooks OFF the refrigerator, as well as removing the odds and ends on the pantry floor beside the refrigerator --- all so that John could pull the unwieldy appliance out of its place in the pantry, swing it around to get at the back, and investigate the workings and determine just WHY the wretched thing was leaking!
I'll spare you the details, (just as I chose to spare you a picture of what the mess looked like -- far too embarrassing) but the refrigerator is working again. I have ruthlessly dumped some of the odds and ends that I found in its farthermost recesses (crystallized ginger marmalade, yogurt adorned by pink fuzz, something in a jar that may be a new life form); and I have weeded out some of the cookbooks (especially those from the Fifties and Sixties with a heavy reliance on canned cream of mushroom soup) that I suspect I'll never use, as well as the stacks of cooking magazines, about half of which had fallen behind the refrigerator.
Just another exciting day in the glamorous life of a mystery writer.
I'll spare you the details, (just as I chose to spare you a picture of what the mess looked like -- far too embarrassing) but the refrigerator is working again. I have ruthlessly dumped some of the odds and ends that I found in its farthermost recesses (crystallized ginger marmalade, yogurt adorned by pink fuzz, something in a jar that may be a new life form); and I have weeded out some of the cookbooks (especially those from the Fifties and Sixties with a heavy reliance on canned cream of mushroom soup) that I suspect I'll never use, as well as the stacks of cooking magazines, about half of which had fallen behind the refrigerator.
Just another exciting day in the glamorous life of a mystery writer.
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