Saturday, August 4, 2012

Battle of the one-armed kitchen help

No world, RantWoman still has not managed to wrangle the life forms in her fridge into submission. RantWoman is thinking that this might still be all the tidings the interwebs need of the problem. On the other hand, if RantWoman is still thinking of overtechnologizing the problem, perhaps fantasies about the refrigerator equivalent of a Roomba, some kind of automated robotic refrigerator life form wrangler might be just the trick.

Wait. Wait. Back up.

RamtWoman is right handed. RantWoman recently broke her Right arm, had surgery, and now sports a lovely cast. Further, RantWoman's house has one bed. The housekeeping is not even up toRantWoman's standards. RantMom has no idea where lots of important things are.

RantMom is left-handed. Recently RantMom needed to have something on her left thumb biopsied. Now RantMom has a lovely encumbrance all over her left thumb while the biopsy site heals. Further, at RantMom's there are two beds. The housekeeping is pretty close to RantMom's own standards. RantMom usually is in pretty good command of where things are, even when, say, Irrepressible Nephew has been overhelping randomize things.

Guess where RantWoman opted to hang out for a couple days after surgery!

And in case anyone has doubts about the unique therapeutic environment at the RantMom house of rehab, RantWoman realized one nght in spite of painkiller fog and surgical throbbing that...washing the day's dishes one-handed exatly needed to be her goal for the eveing.

PARTY!


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