Unexpected discoveries
Mar. 26th, 2010 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceYou know all those ice-shelves that have gone missing at the poles? Well, good news: they haven't melted. They've just been hanging out in the back of my fridge...
I don't know why a fridge ices up this way, when it's not cold enough to freeze anything I actually put into it, as opposed to these bergs that appear by magic clinging to the back wall: but it does. Every now and then, I remember. Usually when something freezes to the ice, and I want it out of there.
So, yup. Major excavations (I have an old Chinese cleaver that I keep for exactly this purpose), accompanied by a general clearing out. I have thrown away many strange and ancient fats. Also Something Inna Bag, which was presumably not liquid when it went into the bag, or why would I? But oh boy, was it liquid when I picked the bag up and it spilled everywhere. I suspect that of being the Thing That Smelled, which was the actual cause of my initial investigation. [Note to self: next time, clear out fridge before going to America.]
Turns out that houseworky projects are just the thing, when jetlagged to the nines and utterly unable to think. Especially after a month in America, in Karen's house, which kinda brought it home to me that, I tell you what, it's actually nicer to live in a house that's kept clean and relatively tidy. Not saying that I am full of resolution or anything, because, y'know, still me: but yesterday I cleaned the bath, and today I cleaned the fridge. It's a flow, and I shall go with it until it stalls.
It's 3:15. Can I go to bed yet...?
[Answer: no, because I've just put pigs' trotters on to simmer. Still me.]
I don't know why a fridge ices up this way, when it's not cold enough to freeze anything I actually put into it, as opposed to these bergs that appear by magic clinging to the back wall: but it does. Every now and then, I remember. Usually when something freezes to the ice, and I want it out of there.
So, yup. Major excavations (I have an old Chinese cleaver that I keep for exactly this purpose), accompanied by a general clearing out. I have thrown away many strange and ancient fats. Also Something Inna Bag, which was presumably not liquid when it went into the bag, or why would I? But oh boy, was it liquid when I picked the bag up and it spilled everywhere. I suspect that of being the Thing That Smelled, which was the actual cause of my initial investigation. [Note to self: next time, clear out fridge before going to America.]
Turns out that houseworky projects are just the thing, when jetlagged to the nines and utterly unable to think. Especially after a month in America, in Karen's house, which kinda brought it home to me that, I tell you what, it's actually nicer to live in a house that's kept clean and relatively tidy. Not saying that I am full of resolution or anything, because, y'know, still me: but yesterday I cleaned the bath, and today I cleaned the fridge. It's a flow, and I shall go with it until it stalls.
It's 3:15. Can I go to bed yet...?
[Answer: no, because I've just put pigs' trotters on to simmer. Still me.]