Progress on becoming a domestic goddess this weekend to be updated throughout Sunday:
Currently listening: Juno soundtrack
Last weekend, S. and his friend Patrick moved the contents of our Michigan condominium across Ohio and into our Pittsburgh apartment and then left again and ever since I have been living with the realization that while the things we own fit perfectly into our condo they absolutely do not fit into our smaller, lacking-a-garage- or-extra-bedroom apartment. Before his leave-taking, I promised S. in a foolish fit of adoration that I would make this place home for him by the time he returned, and ever since I have been both regretting and revising that statement on an hourly basis, that is, when I am not on realtor.com torturing myself with homes for sale. I could not tell you how many loads of dishes I have done, or how many times I have tried to rearrange our things to fit, but quite simply it’s not working. To top this all off, as S. left he wistfully said “I can’t wait to move here for good, I miss your cooking.” I tried not to faint as he drove away as I recalled a mere three months ago I did, indeed, cook, and let me say here and now I will never ever again tease my single girlfriends for their cereal dinners because of all the chores to effortlessly slip away, cooking and preparing food was certainly the easy to let go of. Here is a picture of my single-woman fridge:
Ahem. Okay. While I was gone, apparently the only way I know to post a photograph has been “upgraded.” Shoot. It seems I’m finally going to have to join flickr or photo bucket. Since time is short and I have to empty all of my shoes out of S.’s closet, I will catalogue the contents of my fridge:
yogurt – vanilla truffle, french vanilla, and vanilla maple. I have a vanilla problem.
cheese – all sorts. I love cheese, but only eat a bit at a time. Sorts include goat, monterey jack, vermont cheddar and parmesan
And that’s it. That’s what I had, as of this week. So today, I donned on my comfort jeans and by hole-riddled black sweater, threw my hair up in a french braid/bun thing I do, made an actual grocery list, and went to Whole Foods (and, people, I TRIED the Farmers Market first. Do you know what my farmers market had? Jam and lemonade. We’ll give it a go again next week). I returned one hundred plus dollars poorer, laden with Things S. Eats: bacon, sausage, eggs, salami, bread, milk, bok choy, kale, ice cream, granola, cream, chicken, jalepeno peppers, grainy mustard, cashews and potato chips and I sort of have to admit, I wonder why I haven’t been feeding myself the way I always so determinedly feed my husband?
Anyway, I’m in the middle of a mess here, people – during my three months here, no matter how much I adore my husband, it never really occurred to me to make ROOM for his return. The fridge is full, and I’ve made the bed up with fresh sheets, and begun the laborious process of clearing out a closet for him, but I think I am going to have to be at the stove frying up a wide variety of the salted cured meats, naked except for high heels, with a double bourbon waiting for him, in order for him to overlook the absolutely sluttish habits I’ve adopted as a single woman, beginning with never ever washing a pair of nylons and just continuously buying more, moving towards using empty cases of beer to store my books, concluding with considering an egg, a spoonful of cool whip and two glasses of wine a totally balanced dinner, and a few other quirks thrown in for good measure.
Okay. So here is what I’ve accomplished for today – and it’s ALL that will be accomplished as I have theater tickets and really, I’m not going to cancel seeing “West Side Story” to clean –
1. Grocery shopped
2. All laundry/dry cleaning
3. PIcked up bedroom;made bed fresh
4. Read blogroll
6. Considered baking rhubarb – no, lemon – no, rhubarb pie for S.’s return but decided to buy ice cream instead.
7. Ate some ice cream
8. Bought rum for S.
9. Unpacked all of kitchen
Things I’ve decided won’t happen until S. is home:
Hung things on walls
Taken boxes to storage unit
Things I would like to fit in this weekend as well:
Go to church
Work on novel
Read Sunday papers
Okay – the goal for tomorrow is to return here with an update on my progress. Project Domestic Goddess is in full swing…