“You don’t get anything clean without getting something else dirty.”

Some days are memorable. Others are a matter of course. Most days I just go about my business whatever it happens to be. I have my sloth days, favorites of mine, when turning pages is the most activity I get. The industrious days aren’t all that frequent by choice. I figure I was industrious every week day for years, and that was more than enough. The last two days have been rotten days, an adjective I seldom use. I don’t care for it much, but right now it is the only word which comes to mind. My sister called them typical days for me, but they didn’t include falling off a ladder, tripping over something or falling downstairs so they weren’t all that typical. They were just plain rotten. The events which soured the days weren’t all that memorable so you can stop here if you want. If you’re curious, read on, but I warn you that in the course of human events these don’t really merit much attention. Because they happened to me, I’ll remember.

Tuesday early evening and yesterday afternoon were fiascos. On Tuesday I cursed, sweated and screamed in frustration as I cleaned the refrigerator because I couldn’t remove the bottom drawers and the shelf which held them as the left fridge door, the exit point, was blocked by the microwave table. I had to move the microwave, the table, the cookbooks under the table (it’s really an old student’s desk, but I figured you didn’t need that information) and the jars around it. By then I was exhausted and dripping sweat, an ugly sight, but I couldn’t stop. Finally one drawer came out easily. By manipulating the other this way and that I finally got it out and then I tried the same technique on the the shelf which holds the drawers, but it wouldn’t budge. One side did but not the other. I was so frustration I went outside on the deck to cool down and to scream just a bit with clenched fists. When I came back inside, I was able to get the shelf out by turning it sideways. I washed the drawers, the glass top of the shelf and the shelf holder, manipulated them and got them back in the fridge. I was done until Wednesday.

Om Wednesday, I decided to clean the deli drawer which was easy to get out as was the piece which holds the deli drawer, but while removing it, I knocked over a bottle of apple cider on the shelf beside it, and the cider spilled all over the bottom of the fridge, the same bottom with the drawers about which I ranted and cursed the day before when I cleaned it. Luckily, I had some curses left over I could use, and I did. I also spent nearly an hour cleaning up the mess I had made.

Meanwhile, Gracie was sick. She had been salivating all afternoon, hadn’t eaten and couldn’t settle down. I gave her green fronds from the spider plant. They settled her stomach for a bit but then it started again. A few more times of green fronds and settling a bit brought us to 11 when we went upstairs to bed. Gracie settled right beside me so that her body was against mine. Not comfortable for me but comforting for her. At 12 and 1:30, Gracie started again so we went downstairs where she ate some more greenery. I decided to stay downstairs and fetched my pillows, cleared off the couch and tried to find room around Gracie Β who was in the middle of the couch. The afghan I used as a blanket was crocheted so it has holes and wasn’t warm. I was cold despite the sweatshirt, pants and socks. I was also uncomfortable and tired. Gracie woke again at 3:30, and I figured it was just about emergency vet time, but she ate more fronds and fell asleep for another hour. No fronds and no sleep for me. At 4:30 Gracie rang her bells to go out. When she came back inside about ten minutes later, she jumped on the couch and fell asleep until 9 Wednesday morning. She was fine all day. She ate her dry food and her supper and had her usual naps. All is well with Miss Gracie.

Meanwhile, I am exhausted from wrestling with a refrigerator and barely sleeping on the couch. I have used all my allotment of curses for the next three months. The only good thing is I have a really clean refrigerator. I’m hoping for company so I can show it off!

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15 Comments on ““You don’t get anything clean without getting something else dirty.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    You may have provoked the order of Universe, it’s far too early for spring cleaning πŸ˜‰ Luckily you and Gracie are well.
    Dear early bird, have an accident-free day (and a nap?)

    • Kat Says:

      Birgit,
      I certainly provoked someone or something.

      I think this was delayed from last year cleaning, not early but very late!

      Thanks-I’m hoping to be accident free!!

      I know-really early for me of late!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Deep cleaning is evil. It disturbs things that are best left alone.
    Vacuum the carpets, sweep the floors, do laundry and wipe down things that are at eye level. More than that invites disaster. πŸ™‚
    Glad that Gracie is well. I never heard of the spider plant cure. It wouldn’t work in my house because spider plants can’t live here for very long. Black thumb disease, you know.
    So far today has been groomer and doctor. Tonight is knitting group. After that I can relax until Saturday.
    Enjoy the day and don’t clean anything else. πŸ™‚

    • Kat Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I have decided that an evil entity lives in my house! Today I went to my doctor’s appointment. I was a day early so I went shopping to salve my soul: to Pier 1 and Trader Joe’s. I am salved!

      My cats used to eat spider plants when they were accessible on a table, and I double checked and they are not toxic. Gracie likes grass for her stomach so I decided the spiders were a good substitute. I’ll ask the vet for something to keep on hand as she does get an upset stomach periodically.

      I am going to trivia tonight! Dinner, friends and trivia-sounds like good medicine. Did I mention a drink or two?

  3. olof1 Says:

    At least You didn’t break anything πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ and one day to early for the doctors appointment πŸ™‚ Yes You have disturbed a higher power in some way πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    I hate those nights when one or all dogs are sick and the minute I decide to call the vet they behave like nothing been wrong with them at all. They just go to sleep and look so innocent πŸ™‚ But I’m glad that Gracie is fine!

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • Kat Says:

      Christer,
      No question I disturbed the order of the universe in some way. I will tread carefully.

      I too am so glad to have Gracie back to normal. My spider plants look a bit sparse though!

  4. Bill S. Says:

    The woman in the photo just needs pearls and she could be June Cleaver. My mom never looked like that when she was cooking or cleaning.

    I put rollout trays under the kitchen sink. We had 4 (four) 1/2 bottles of window cleaner, 4-1/2 bottles of Noxon metal polisher, empty cans of Pledge, Wasp Killer, dishwasher liquid, and empty sprayer bottles. No wonder there was no room under there. My quest goes on….

    • katry Says:

      Bill,
      My cleaning lady cleaned the cabinet under the sink so it is neat and has no duplicates. The other two cabinets, though, scare the heck out of me!

  5. Bob Says:

    In the good or bad old days my mother cleaned out the refrigerator regularly because she defrosted it regularly. Now we have frost free refrigerators and we never have to remove all of the food because we don’t have to. Some of the stuff that is in the back of the fridge could be used as a high school science fair project πŸ™‚

    You know you are old when you actually remember a refrigerator was called by your mother, the “Frigidaire”. Or that your grandmother called it the “Ice Box”. Like the one pictured above, there were no shelves on the door and the freezer was a small compartment inside the refrigerator box that had icicles attached. If you were lucky the freezer portion could hold two ice trays and a quart of ice cream.

    I am glad to hear that Gracie is doing good. The only thing worse than cleaning up dog vomit is dog dodo.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      My mother too had to defrost her refrigerator, and my father loved attacking the ice with a screw driver. I periodically clean out my freezer just for the reason you mentioned. Who knows what evil lurks in the back!

      Ice box I remember well but fridge is what my mother called it. I think, though, it was β€œFrigidaire” when she was young. I remember that small freezer compartment made even smaller when it was covered with ice on all sides. When you put in the metal ice cube trays, there wasn’t a whole lot of room. Ice cream never lasted long in my house. One dessert among the 6 of us and it was gone!

      The cat got sick today!

      • Bob Says:

        I heard on the news that the Boston area is being declared a flu emergency zone because of the high number of cases. Can dogs and cats get the flu? We don’t have any cats because my better half is deathly allergic to cats.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        I found this,”Several animal species are susceptible to influenza or flu viruses — birds, ferrets, pigs, marine mammals and horses,” said Kathy Connell, a veterinarian with Foxglove Consulting in Olympia, Wash.” It went on to say that the flu does not transfer to people except bird flu which never became the pandemic they predicted.

        I don’t know about the flu down here, whether it is as bad as in Boston.

  6. MT C Says:

    I save as many curses as I can in the jar on the second shelf above the stove. It really a handy spot so if I need one quickly, I know right where to go! Some weeks the supply doesn’t last too long, but then again it doesn’t take long to save up some more from the ‘little things in life”.

    Carl

    • Kat Says:

      Carl,
      I tend to use mine so quickly they wouldn’t last in a jar. If, perchance, I slow down just a bit, I’ll try the idea!


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