Tucked away in a corner of my brain, I have a very organized list of things that need to be done. But I neglected to write it down. Replacing the storm-torn shingle on the western slope of the roof would have been on that list, had I been so diligent. When I walked in the door the rain had quietly, skillfully created a skylight above the TV in the living room and I was going to use my new wok for Quick and Easy Chicken Stir Fry like I saw on “Cooking with Amy” but instead I used it to save my maple floors.
The floors are 5 years younger than my dad and I couldn’t save him but I think I can save the maple.
And so the incessant dripping sound commenced and the chicken stir fry became frozen pizza (again) which reminded me that I forgot to clean out the freezer. Frozen food is not meant to stay in the freezer indefinitely, contrary to popular belief.
After a rather heroic escape from atop the ice-crusted mozzarella and pepperoni, chunks of freezer burn puddled up on the Glacier White tile floor. The only thing worse than wet socks is wet sleeve cuffs when you do the dishes or wash your hands in the Ladies’ Room at the matinee. I forgot to start the laundry earlier, which worked out because now my socks need to be washed as well and I hate nothing more than doing all the laundry only to find that one pair of socks still needs to be washed.
It doesn’t matter to me that the socks are red and my white shirts are in the mix. If it works out that way, I like pink enough anyway. There is too much happiness to seek out to bother with sorting colors and types of material before pushing “permanent press” or “towels” or whatever the rest of the buttons say. I spread my trusty bleach-spotted towel beneath the watery hole in the roof as added security for the maple and settle into my chair.
I turn up the volume on “Cooking with Amy” to drown out the metallic sound of the water from the ceiling hitting the wok. Amy is making Mezcal Shrimp Tacos with Guacamole Crema today.
For only just a fleeting moment, I vaguely wonder what the list would have said if I’d remembered to write things down. Perhaps tomorrow I will start a new one.
Hillary Danaher 