Monday, February 28, 2011

Dunging Out The Fridge

We lead busy lives.  The missus and I work every day, and the last thing we want to do when we get home at night is tackle cleaning the kitchen appliances. I feel lucky if we can throw a somewhat nutritious meal together and tidy up after the fact. But there does come a time that even a pig can't stand its own sty.  Last weekend that moment arrived.  Actually an off-handed remark from one of the exchange students may have been catalystic in the endeavour.  Something to the effect "When are we going to clean the fridge?"  Subtle isn't her forte.  And "we" is never the "royal we" -- it is "you"!

How do we accumulate so much stuff in a fridge over a short period of time (well maybe it wasn't so short compared for instance to the life of a dog or cat!).  Perhaps I 'xagerate slightly, but there were still a few bottles of pickled goods etc. in the back, that we moved in 2008 from the old farm.  Definitely time for them to hit the compost, to return from whence they came.


We are such a good team.  I tackled the door and cleaned the produce trays, while my better half, emptied and cleaned the shelves, washed the bottoms of bottles, sorted and tossed etc.

I knew it was bad, but not this bad! Are those pig hoof prints?

Amazingly, an hour later we had a much cleaner fridge, and a whole lot of compost and recyclable containers.  Now if we can just keep it that way.

Gretchen Rubin would be proud; we decluttered a bit more of our lives, a subtle but tangible step to feeling better about life in general.

And that is all I have to say for today.

Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.

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