Doodles, and the Cleaning of the Fridge.

Well, I haven't seen very many drawings or doodles on this site - that happens to have the word doodle in it and a subtitle with the word drawings in it.... what's up with that?

Excuses:

1. Cranky computer at home. Takes forever and a day to scan, render and size actual drawings, sketches or doodles.
2. No broadband at home. So it takes even more time to load the images up for the blog.
3. Other things going on.
4. I have a family: Two kids and the handsome man I am married to. Need I say more?

But we all do what we must do, and what we want to do. Do what we love. And sometimes I love the real life more than the virtual life.

And sometimes the two criss cross. Like on Saturday this past weekend. For example.

We had just returned from Supercenter Wal-Mart (Oh, how we hate to love Wal-Mart) and I was unloading the groceries in the kitchen. As I was trying to make room for the new carton of eggs on the top shelf in the fridge I accidentally knocked over a left-over glass of milk one of my sons had placed in there earlier in the morning. I remember seeing the milk spill, as if in slow-motion, in a beautiful white shiny arc outward and then crash land on the floor below, leaving a Jackson Pollock splatter effect all over the bottles of soy sauce, salad dressing, maple syrup, ketchup and olives in the door of the fridge, and all over my jeans, and on the floor. And I wanted real life to be a video clip on a Quick Time Player so I could backspace away the whole thing. Then I thought, I get to find the silver lining in this. And there was one, believe it or not!

Right then and there I resolved to just take the bull by the horns and clean out the fridge, in the biggest way. Removing old and all but empty jars of jam, throwing away lost and forgotten containers of yogurt, tossing the who knows how old zucchini, it was a fridge chi fest.

The shelves were also taken out and washed with warm soapy water and then dried off nicely with the cotton flour sack towels. Yes, the fridge, if it could have talked, would have said, "Aaaahh, Mmmmm, Oooooh! I feel so clean and fresh!!"

Eventually, all the groceries and fresh goods were placed back in the clean and neatly organized fridge, and the small area of the world which is the inside of my fridge felt Good.

Then something really odd happened, and I even made a mental note of it, it was so odd. I thought, Hey, this is something I can write about on the blog. Maybe not odd to everyone, but to me it was, because I usually don't think about what I am going to writie about here until I am actually writing here, and then I just sort of think, Hm, what could I write about today?

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