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We always had a breadbox in the kitchen when I was a kid, but I've never had one in my own home, probably because of the precious space it takes up. But I have one now. Why, you ask? Let me tell you. What do you suppose happens in your average 60 year old little house in the months after your cats die?
Oh, yes. And not of the cute, red-shorts wearing Mickey variety, either.
Oy. Yes, I had a random encounter with one over the summer, but they seem to be living happily in the attic, which means K has to get her room in sufficient order for a mice professional to come and set traps and seal up holes and stuff. (I don't want them dead, I just want to send them on permanent vacation anywhere but in my house.) In the meantime, kitchen protection is the order of the day. A stainless steel breadbox -- Shirl's was white enamel, but I couldn't find one of those anywhere -- and any number of protective plastic containers from ... um .. The Container Store, of course.
Hey, everybody needs a project.
But not for me tonight, apparently, because the trains are for some reason not running again -- where's a fascist dictator when you need one -- so I'm picking the kid up at the train at 6:12 and taking her home. But right home, no dinner out tonight. I still have last night's leftovers, and I want to be home well in time to see Mr. Obama on TV.
My workshop today was excellent, as was my time spent with the middle school librarian, whom I have known for nearly ever. (She was two years ahead of me in high school.) The content was good, we had a nice pizza lunch, and got home by 1:30 (thereby enabling my shopping run.) Tomorrow we are having some sort of emergency drill at school, which means we will be out in the football field stands for an hour or so. I'm thinking someone could have thought of this a month ago, before it got weirdly cold. I mean, the cold is weird, but not unheard of. Snow this time of year, yes, virtually unheard of, but wind, not so much. Anyway, I'm bundling up.
Okay, time to put a load of laundry in the dryer and head over to the train --
WATCHING WIFE SWAP :: ENTRY #1893
READING: How to Rig an Election by Allen Raymond
thats a purty breadbox!!! if ya need a facist dictator, i can issue some edicts to the mice to get em out!! hehehe!!
ReplyDeleteI put my bread in the fridge. It seems to last longer that way since it can take us forever to eat a loaf.
ReplyDeleteI could have sworn there was an old-skool breadbox over on the Vermont Country Store website, but I'm not finding it now. They have awesome, old-timey products. I actually love their stuff and get their catalogues.