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desperance) wrote2009-09-30 07:53 pm
desperance) wrote2009-09-30 07:53 pm
Frigid observations
These cats may be very very very fine cats
["may"? they shriek, "may"? What is this doubt, this query?]
but
["but"? they shriek, "but"...?]
but they do not listen, and they do not learn.
You don't want to stand there, I said. There is an antarctica of ice to be chipped out of this fridge, I said, and you are right beneath it.
And they did not move, so I fetchedmy one of my Chinese choppers and had at the strata of ice in the bottom of the fridge, and great shards of it fell upon the kitties, and they were less than pleased.
Why do fridges accumulate slabs of ice on the bottom? I grew tired of hurting my arm trying to slam the salad drawers in over accumulated layers, hence this domestic task.
Also, while I was in there, I reminded myself that one man's needs did not overflow a refrigerator of decent size; so I explored some of the further reaches.
Unless he is running a restaurant, one man does probably not need ten ramekins full of rendered fat of uncertain vintage. It felt like a terrible waste, because each of them would have been gorgeous at the proper time, but I have boldly discarded the fats and washed the ramekins. And now have more space in my fridge than I did before.
Also I have been to the dentist and the doctor and the supermarket and the hospital. And not to the Lit & Phil, because I couldn't fit it in; but I have written my ration regardless. It's all bollocks, but there are 445 pages of it so far, and the old fisherman turns out to be the hero after all. Who knew?
["may"? they shriek, "may"? What is this doubt, this query?]
but
["but"? they shriek, "but"...?]
but they do not listen, and they do not learn.
You don't want to stand there, I said. There is an antarctica of ice to be chipped out of this fridge, I said, and you are right beneath it.
And they did not move, so I fetched
Why do fridges accumulate slabs of ice on the bottom? I grew tired of hurting my arm trying to slam the salad drawers in over accumulated layers, hence this domestic task.
Also, while I was in there, I reminded myself that one man's needs did not overflow a refrigerator of decent size; so I explored some of the further reaches.
Unless he is running a restaurant, one man does probably not need ten ramekins full of rendered fat of uncertain vintage. It felt like a terrible waste, because each of them would have been gorgeous at the proper time, but I have boldly discarded the fats and washed the ramekins. And now have more space in my fridge than I did before.
Also I have been to the dentist and the doctor and the supermarket and the hospital. And not to the Lit & Phil, because I couldn't fit it in; but I have written my ration regardless. It's all bollocks, but there are 445 pages of it so far, and the old fisherman turns out to be the hero after all. Who knew?