Ramblings

We have 5 pounds of clementines in our kitchen. Thank you manager's special. I am a sucker for those signs, and when I saw the wooden crate they came in, I was taken. Not to mention, clementines are one of those things you can't get all season long (or at least I think not). New fruits, seasonal fruits, I am totally into it. Let's mix up the produce please.

Anyway, I got home and emptied out the wooden crate. My bookends have broken in a couple different places because they aren't really heavy enough to hold up my cookbooks. It is a very delicate balancing act, and if you grab something too swiftly or don't have the arrangement just right, the bookend hits the tile and the monkey glue comes out of the junk drawer. So, the crate. The crate has managed to become my new cookbook holder. It works much better, and my usual delight at free things is fulfilled.

Also, there are three creamers in my fridge. I realized I had a problem with this when I was at lunch yesterday. The lady I was eating with was telling me about how she couldn't find her normal creamer. I asked several descriptive questions and when she told me that she had given up and bought the Italian Sweet Cream, I said, "Oh yes, the pink and red bottle". Oh dear. I have such an affinity for a variety in coffee creamer. What really has me right now are all the holiday creamers. We are sort of in between seasons so the Pumpkin Spice is still out on the shelves, but the Peppermint Mocha has come in for Christmas.

A list of projects hangs up in my kitchen. They are all tasks that I feel I should accomplish before we move. Two of them have been on my mind for weeks and weeks. Do you ever have that feeling? You stare at that thing that needs to get done, but it seems so unappealing that you will do anything else to avoid it? Number one, remove mold from shower liner. I stare at it every day (please don't judge me). They are just little specks, but they stare me in the face each morning. Number two, sweep out the garage. Ever since my husband so lovingly bug bombed the area there has been a corner filled with crunchy looking insects, on their backs, legs pointed straight for the sky. Ew. Ew, but I still don't want to do it. Ew, even though I have time.