valkryor | (no subject)

I cleaned the kitchen last night. It's not spotless, but it's a damn sight better than it was (the top of the refrigerator is no longer grey and fuzzy!). It needed doing, but now I have the impetus to do so.

clawfoot is going to be house sitting while we're in Toronto, and even though she's seen the kitchen at its worst (when I was painting it one July...ugh!), that's still no excuse. It was becoming an embarrassment to me, even if no one else noticed.

Part of the process involved cleaning the grey film off of the liquor bottles. At least now you don't need gloves to touch one. Some of them were pretty disgusting. And I also cleaned out the toaster. The crumb tray was only part of it. After I removed that and emptied it, I gave the toaster a shake. By the end, I had a nice pile of crumbs (three times what was in the crumb tray) on the counter. I must remember to do that more often.

I also did something last night that I thought I'd never ever do. Many years ago (ten, eleven?), a bottle filled with red-brown liquid was given to me by Michelle. It was stoppered and sealed with wax. She said it was Neil Gaiman's blood and while I knew that it wasn't, it was still a prized possession. Last night, I emptied the bottle, cleaned off the wax and threw away the cork. When I was doing it, it felt good, but now the empty bottle just seems so sad. I think I'll have to find something else to fill it with, but what, I don't know.

My feet are swollen again. It was a constant when I was pregnant (and it got pretty bad), but last night I noticed that my feet felt odd when I was in the midst of cleaning. When I looked down, my ankles had disappeared and the tops of my feet were jiggly. I drank some water, and that helped, but I'm not impressed. Gah! The heat and humidity can stop now. I'm done, thank you very much.