I'll Laugh My Whole Way Through the Hurricanes and Fire

So, I'm cleaning out my fridge.

I'm maybe a quarter of the way through, and already it has occurred to me that this is not a job that should be undertaken while sober. There are certain tasks, certain rites of passage that simply demand a shot (or two or three) of liquid courage before undertaking.

Clearing the vast Frigidaire Caves of their evil and ever-more-powerful denizens is one of them. One of the top five I'm going to say. There are reaches of this monstrosity that have not seen human eyes in almost a year.

But as it's only eleven o'clock in the morning, I'm forced to journey into the abyss with all of my wits and focus about me. What about a bit of herbal help, you ask? While smoking at 11 o'clock is much different than drinking, I will not be led into that trap! To smoke then immerse oneself in a land of hostile food is to invite disaster!

So here I am, armed with rubber gloves of protection and an apron of defense tied round my nose to guard me against poisonous fumes, about to return to the horror of the vicious and mysteriously stained caverns.

Wish me luck my friends.

I conquered the refrigerator!

I...wandered away in the middle to go to the DAV, but I got it done. I didn't start off my day with my usual pick-me-up, so I'm much more easily distracted today. But it all worked out, because I got some beautiful fabrics and pillows for the shed for just 2 dollars. I'm decorating my back area with an Indian and Tibetan theme. So far the dominant colors seem to be a very adrk gold and a dark, vibrant blue. Later on, when it's cooler, I'm going to start moving things around and better organizing out there so I can have a nice little den in back for meditation and napping and things like that.

Currently, it looks like Mr. Radio is living in the back of the shed. There's a ratty old couch, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts, empty beer bottles, old handmade bongs, a record player and a stack of old Playboys.

And as comforting as that is in a really, really weird way, it's...not what I want for my private retreat. Plus, other people do go in there. It's where the washer and dryer are. I'm sure they're tired of mess and adult magazines.

Anyway, that's for later. The fridge was...well, it was certainly one of my most difficult tasks yet. Three large trash bags were taken from the kitchen. I had to scrape old bacon off of a shelf. I never want to do that again. But now it's clean and organized and nothing smells bad inside there. So I consider that a success.

I also hit up my threads and went grocery shopping! Which is why I'm scatterbrained and all over the place today. My folks showed up early before I'd had a chance to meditate or have breakfast or exercise. I have no focus today, alas.

Oh! And thank you to the very kind people who gave me LJ gift certificates! I'm sorry I didn't say thank you before, but I just noticed this morning when I saw my LJ balance. Request gift fic! :D