I came home late this afternoon from a 4 hour meeting, lunch with a friend at a great Korean restaurant, and a quick trip to Robert's for a particular color of cardstock. I went through the mail, cleaned off the table, and looked in the refrigerator to help me think about dinner. I was accosted by a foul smell coming from inside my frig which reminded me that I needed to throw some stuff away today to discover and eradicate the source of the smell. I put my laptop on the table, fired up my iTunes and blasted "Aida" while I bucked up and started the unpleasant job of tossing out leftovers. When I had gotten rid of some stuff including the bad, smelly tomato, I thought I had done a great job. But Amneris was belting about her "Strongest Suit" and I thought mine would be to get my vegetable drawers clean. So I yanked them out and gave them a good washing in my sink. When I put them back, I stepped back and admired my work. But they looked so sparkly clean that the other shelves paled in comparison. So "The Gods of Nubia" looked fondly on me while I removed and washed my shelves. Once again, I stepped back to admire my work and became slightly stressed out while contemplating the inside of my frig door. I decided it was "Written in the Stars" that I should complete the job, so I tackled those little shelf-box things that hang inside the door. I tossed out some salad dressings that nobody actually likes anymore, along with some marinades, because they just don't last forever. I washed out all the thingies and then organized what was left so that like items were in the same shelf-box and then I felt just GREAT! It was amazing how doing that commonplace chore made me feel so satisfied. And now my frig is so clean it's ready for company. Or maybe just ready for the people who live here and use it on a daily basis. And that's "Enchantment Passing Through".
