didn’t take a picture of it, since I was standing in a puddle of vinegar and broken glass, but this morning I dropped a jar of pickled veggies. And as I just said, the jar broke, and I hate to wear shoes. The broom was close so I grabbed it and started sweeping up broken glass so I could move around a little bit, but all I could do about my now smelly socks was take them off and dump them in the sink to try to rinse any glass out of them. Been a little bit afraid to go back in the kitchen, but at least I got the vinegar mopped up too before I left it. It was almost traumatizing, because I really wanted some of those veggies to snack on.
The last time I dropped something glass when taking it out of the fridge was the night I took out a banana pudding I had been looking forward to all day. But I was so good all day, not even taking the top off the dish to peek at it. The time finally came to have dessert that night, and I got the dish of pudding out of the fridge. One irritating thing about MS is that it sometimes makes your hands and fingers tingle and freeze up. And when that happens, you drop whatever is in those hands. Yep! My entire, untasted, longed for, waited for, much desired banana pudding hit the floor and shattered everywhere. Now THAT is a real headache to clean up. A lot of glass, sticky pudding, and no shoes. I had to walk carefully over to the garbage container and grab it and a roll of paper towels and start scooping. An hour and three moppings later the floor was clear of glass, but it still felt sticky. By that time though I didn’t really care, just climbed in bed still fully clothed and went to sleep.
When I woke the next morning and went to the shower I noticed my left sock was extremely bloody. And the big toe was tender when I touched it. When I took the sock off a huge shard of glass was imbedded in my toe, and banana pudding was covering the glass. Oooo-kaaayyy. Removed the glass and it started bleeding again. So just got in the shower and stayed there until it stopped bleeding, then got out, dressed the wound with antibiotic cream and a heavy-duty bandage, clean socks, and got dressed for the day. Went to the fridge to look for something for breakfast, and the floor still felt sticky. Mopped it again at least three more times, chowed down on cold cereal, and then just sat down to read a book. And dream about the banana pudding that wasn’t.
Ya know, I don’t think I’ve made one since then. Probably time to try it again, but this time put it in something plastic with a lid.
So far, I’ve broken three sets of dishes, more jars of pickles than I can remember, a couple of glass casserole dishes, every glass I owned. Would love to go green in all things, but when it comes to breakable stuff I have to use paper or plastic. My only consolation on the dishes is that usually I break them before they are washed, so at least I didn’t have the heartbreak of washing them first and then breaking them.
Was up all last night making a fruit rollup in the dehydrator. I really didn’t think it would take that long, since I spread it all thin, but it dried at different levels, so I had to keep checking it and breaking apart the dry stuff and letting the still runny part keep drying. Of course, I had to sample a bite each time, and it’s pretty darn good. I’ll have to come up with more rollup ideas, because they make great snacks. I have a lot of fruit in the freezer that can be pureed for a base, but as soon as I do that I’ll want the fruit for some other reason. That will take some thought, because if I don’t use it for rollups I’ll forget I have it and not use it at all. I should make lists, but then I lose the lists, so that won’t work. Okay, I’m a reasonably intelligent person. I’ll get it figured out some way.
Gotta go now and take out the garbage. Cutoff time for that is ten p.m. so I’m cutting it short, but with my broken jar of veggies in there I do have to get it out of the kitchen tonight. Y’all take care now. Next time I’ll try to have my camera around my neck so I can get a picture of my pretty socks standing in the mess.