Four Days

Four days and counting. Today I cleaned the stove, an amazing mess of grease for no more time than I ever used it. I suspect someone else left the thing dirty, since I believe I have only cooked two roasts and a handful of pizzas in it in four years. Well, it is clean now. Minus a little paint here and there, but clean.

I also began taking down the valences again since my brother will not be moving in. I brought in the outdoor part of my thermostat and packed the glass ware. Chauncey and I made another trip to the trash can, but my brother must have thrown his fish scales in there when he cleaned the fish. I gagged. I will save the rest of my garbage for after the garbage man cometh.

Tomorrow I will dig up some mint to take with me and bury a broken coal mine lily pad. It is in pieces and it only seems right to put it back into the earth where it came from.