So, pumpkin, the fridge died again.
I'm trying to get someone to come and fix it, but these things are fraught with difficulties.
It is a sad fact, when navigating this world, that things that should be simple are often not, and that things that should be very difficult are often very easy for other people to do.
Food in our house needs to exist in two states - frozen or shelf food. This has created some interesting "filling and nutritious" meals from our lexicon of culinary delights, and looks (by the apparent total failure of anyone to do anything about getting our fridge fixed) like it will be continuing for some time.
In fact, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'm going to pick up the phone and yell at someone about it.
More later.
1 comment:
Well Possum (that's what my Dad used to call me and it seems to fit, until I meet you), I am your father's mother. That means that I get to tell you all about what he did when he was a little boy, and we can laugh about it.
I live a long way away, and that makes it hard on all of us. I wish I could be helping your mum and dad a bit more (going shopping, making nice nutritious meals for you and your parents), but I can't. What I can do is give serious consideration to what books you need to have, and buy you some extremely cool clothes. I am going to the big city (Boston) this weekend and hope to find something for you.
I don't know what you will be like, but I think you will love food (and hopefully cooking) and be a reader. If family heritage has anything to do with such things you will also be on the left politically. But one thing I do know is that you have a large and interesting family waiting for you, and you will be well loved, no matter who you turn out to be.
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