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The pile was so huge that I wondered if we dumped out all the chests, closets, etc. if we would have that much stuff. The clerk also said they had towels in there. My writer's mind tried to devise all sorts of scenarios for leaving every piece of fabric that you own at the dry cleaners and after some really bizarre speculation, it came to me.
These folks must have bedbugs! I mean, what else could it be? The clerk was somewhat mum about the reason for this large dumping of everything into the bags and bringing them in. Maybe he knew and didn't want to say.
Of course now I'm not too keen on having our stuff in the same room at the bed buggy stuff. I mean, what if they decide to, well, to migrate?
It was really weird. When I go in to pick up our clothes, maybe I will ask. Don't expect to get an answer.
We had our own disaster, no, not the washing machine but the basement fridge. It must have crapped out while we were gone. The cat sitter didn't notice, nor did S.O. when he put the meat in the freezer compartment. When I went to grab the orange juice yesterday, there was a totally disgusting smell and all the meat ($25) we bought on sale last week was rotten. An event to break a cheeseparer's heart. I told Significant Other that we would have to eat five vegetarian meals to make up for it. He agreed, and the first meal will be a Spanish soup of cabbage and white beans. Sounds good.
This is so aggravating. I think we were so sick that no one noticed. A head cold can make you really dense and stupid. Hoping no more appliance incidents mar the fall. The fridge was at least 25 years old, but not to notice! I mean really. The lemons were all rotten! Big Clue!
I harvested the seed from the Four O'Clocks to plant next year. It's always great getting free plants. They did great this year, and provided lots of late season color. The garden is still pretty with the cleomes, morning glories, and regular flowers blooming. We're eating the last cucumber from 2 plants that were amazing in the fecundity.
The good stuff and the bad stuff all evens out, somehow. But I am still exercised about the ruined meat.
Yours in Frugality.
The Cheeseparer
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