Organization! That's What I Need In My Life!

 

Oh, but it's been a gloomy, drizzly day here in Lloyd. I am happy that we're getting some rain but is coming down like a leaky faucet- drip, drip, drip. It started last night so perhaps by the time this front has passed in a day or two we will have gotten a decent amount of rain or at least that's my hope. It's been chilly too, the humidity around 82% so it feels even cooler than it is. It's a wet cold that seeps through even cashmere and skin and right down to the bone. 

My spirits have been right there with it all, the gloom, the chill, the heavy, damp feeling of it. First thing that happened when I got out of bed this morning was that my calf cramped up into a hard knot of pain. What in god's name was that about? The damn thing's still sore. 
And the stone has been dancing about again. Yesterday I got little stabbing pains all day, short and fast and completely different than the pain I'm so used to. Today's version was the regular kind- the dull ache. So, I guess I'm going to call the doctor's office tomorrow and see if I can schedule that lithotripsy. I'm as tired of worrying about the fucker as I am of the dis-ease of it and I'm sure you and everyone else in my sphere of contact is tired of hearing about it. 

So. What did I do on a rainy, chilly day? 
Well, first I made up some sourdough dough and then I made the cranberry relish. 

Done and dusted on that one! But putting it into the refrigerator I realized (and not for the first time) that I really, really needed to sort out all the stuff in there and do a good cleaning. 

It wasn't the worst I've ever let a refrigerator get but it was bad enough and I knew that I had so many opened jars of different pickled things and canned things and all other kinds of things so...

I got to work. 
I went shelf-by-shelf, which I guess is how you're supposed to do it, and I took out all of the shelves and bins that are removable and washed and dried them and put them back in and then I got to work combining dill pickles with dill pickles and pickled green beans with pickled green beans and throwing out the contents of jars that were really just not worth risking salmonella to eat. I was astounded at the number of bottles and jars of barbecue and hot wing sauce we have. Way, way too many. And every time Mr. Moon buys wings to eat with friends when they watch a game at our house, he also buys vegetables to cut up, and a new jar of blue cheese dressing to dip them in. So, we have three of those. I love blue cheese dressing but mostly I make my own salad dressing with olive oil, balsamic, garlic, and salt and pepper. Maybe a little mustard. I could eat blue cheese dressing out of the jar with a spoon but as Daddy Bush used to say, "Wouldn't be prudent."

Getting there. 

And finally done. At least there's a little more room for Thanksgiving stuff and as Mr. Moon pointed out, we do have an almost empty refrigerator in the garage but as I pointed out- I have to walk all the way out there to put things in it or take things out. 
I am so lazy. 

The turkey will definitely be going out there when I get it. As I say every year, it takes at least a week to defrost one of those Volkswagen-sized dinosaurs. And even then, it will still be frozen in the middle when I unwrap it to get the giblets out to cook for gravy. I need to get a bigger one this year. If memory serves, we hardly had enough for left-overs last year and the main purpose of Thanksgiving turkey as far as I'm concerned is to have leftovers for sandwiches and as a vessel to bake the dressing in. The bigger the turkey, the more dressing I can stuff in it. 

After I was all finished with the refrigerator, I took a bag of trash to the dump and stopped by the post office to find this holiday cheer. 

That poor little tree I took a picture of last week has been spruced up (haha!) considerably, hasn't it? And it's been moved to another corner. 

And here we have a tasteful, yet merry display of blue balls. 
I will leave that there. 

And now you've seen the intimate insides of my refrigerator. Please feel free to judge me on the contents although aside from the beer, there's not that much to see in a negative light unless you're a vegan and are disdainful of people who eat butter and eggs. Please be aware that the bottom left bin holds many different types of cheese INCLUDING (and I am not proud of this) some slices of 2% American cheese which I love. A toasted cheese sandwich with American cheese and tomatoes is pure comfort food to me and at least it's not heroin. 

The rain continues to drip but the sun has set so the gloom is dispelled by the lights in the house and it all seems cozy rather than drear. 
At least that's what I'm telling myself. 

Love...Ms. Moon