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TUESDAY AFTERNOON, WHILE the cats were enjoying their treats, we heard a major crack and rumble from the kitchen. Dudo didn’t come out of hiding for several hours. While we trIed to figure out what the noise had been, it happened again. The cabinets were coming off the wall. We quickly emptied them and stacked books underneath for support.
By Thursday, Santi (our brilliant friend, contractor, handyman, magician, and saint) had restored them to better than their original condition. No new cabinets (although we’d LOVE an entirely new kitchen).
So, Friday, I put the kitchen back together. While the cabinets were out, I scrubbed every surface.
We had two fresh juice blends, wonderful gifts that we had forgotten about. San Geraldo commented that they had probably fermented by now. Remember that comment.
After lunch I decided to empty the old items from the refrigerator before washing the dishes. I opened the first juice blend (dark berries) and it exploded. All over me and every square inch of the sparkling kitchen.
I cleaned it. Again.
I’m now showered and naked (my juice-covered clothes are in the wash), and I really need a drink. Nothing fruity.
|THE KITCHEN/LIBRARY. (THE DOOR HANDLE ABOVE THE SINK IS THE ONE I REGULARLY CRACK MY HEAD ON.)
LA COCINA/BIBLIOTECA. (LA MANIJA DE LA PUERTA SOBRE EL FREGADERO ES LA QUE NORMALMENTE ME GOLPEO EN LA CABEZA.)
|MY OFFICE/KITCHEN SUPPLY.
MI OFICINA/SUMINISTRO DE COCINA.