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If it weren’t for the smell, I might never do any cleaning at all. Whatever was fouling the air (what there is of it) in my refrigerator is now gone. I don’t know what it was, but it’s gone. I need to organize my kitchen routine a little better, so that I don’t have to throw out perfectly good produce.
Or rather, it would have been perfectly good, if I hadn’t forgotten about it for so long. I was going to make meatless tacos, but when I reached for the green bell pepper, my fingers went all the way through it. I don’t know a lot about vegetables, but I’m pretty sure bell peppers are supposed to be firm enough so that you can pick them up without squishing them in your hand.
That’s what got me started, and before I knew it I’d thrown out all the old cheese and salad dressing and deli meat, and some old, old tomatoes that had been neglected a little too long. It was my only time out of the house all day, the eighteen steps from my front door to the garbage can in the garage. And eighteen back. There’s your holiday outing for this month.
No, I didn’t even do any yard work today, but I think I have an excuse. Actually, I know I have an excuse; I just don’t know if it’s valid. I spent most of last night, when I should have been sleeping, gasping for breath. I blame the time I spent working outside yesterday, but I suppose I could just as easily blame the fact that the yard still needs so much work. The grasses are still high in the places I haven’t mowed, and the spring wind has been whipping them around.
Whatever the reason, I couldn’t breathe last night and wasn’t tempted to wade through the weeds again today. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. |
