So, that little refrigerator is perfect to keep my brown rice and quinoa and grits and soybeans and black-eyed peas and Pepperidge Farm Stuffing mix in, safe from ants and weevils.
I love Pepperidge Farm Stuffing mix. I use it for making meat loaf and topping casseroles and making squash croquettes and oh, all kinds of things. At Thanksgiving I actually use it to make stuffing.
Anyway, so yeah, I got all the ice out of that little bad boy and while it was in the process of defrosting, I decided to get into the Glen Den and do something about that room because not only was it a sin of dust-coated neglected shelves with thousands of doo-dads on them, it's also where the last bastion of dog stinkage lay, embedded in the rug in that room. There are two sets of shelves and a mantel and I actually cleaned one set of shelves and the mantel and threw stuff out and put stuff away that had been sitting there forever. Knitting projects of mine. Embroidery books of mine. Things I haven't touched in literally years. I organized the toys a little bit. And kid books. Because that's where the toys live and some of the more popular story books.
Rattlesnake skin, fishing poles, an antique clock, old Avon bottles and glasses from Europe and fishing lures and articles about Glen when he was a basketball player and pictures and antique other stuff and petrified oyster shells and oh hell, everything. EVERYTHING!
So I just sort of fake-cleaned that and then I cleaned behind the sofa and rolled up the nasty rug and brought it out to the porch to be taken to be cleaned and finally I mopped the floor and it's all much nicer in there and smells of Fabuloso and white vinegar and the floor is gleaming.
Here are more pictures of the Glen Den.
Deer heads. There are more than one. Trust me.
Fish mounts and our original Roger Leonard painting of the beach and our house at Dog Island which Mr. Moon traded Roger for a Suburban. As one guy said, looking at the picture, "You sure got the better deal."
Oh. You can see me in that picture too in the hallway mirror.
So I did all of that and finished the little refrigerator and finished the laundry and found a dead squirrel on the porch which was Maurice's first mammal kill and oh boy, I'm excited about that. I gingerly picked up the corpse with a plastic bag and took it out in the rain to the fence line and threw it over.
And then Jessie sent me this:
Just a little picture she painted today while she's recovering from her knee surgery.
Click on it. Really look at it.
She, like May, has no idea what an artist she is.
My god. Where do our children COME from?
So. There you go. The moon must have changed phases or maybe that storm in the Atlantic which is possibly heading our way has blown out some cobwebs and sorrow or maybe just getting off my ass and doing something which I could actually see the results from has sweetened my temper, has relieved my pain.
Or maybe it was the Ibuprofen.
Whatever. And I had a nice chat with Kathleen and one with Billy as well.
And damn. Now I need to go make a salad to go with the venison pot roast and potatoes and carrots I've made.
Yeah. Here we go. Life is all right by me tonight.
See you tomorrow.