Thursday, May 3, 2012

a sad farewell

There are only two more nights in this house. I still can't believe this is almost over. At the risk of going on and on and on about it I feel as though I need to say a certain farewell.


I know I have said over and over that I can not wait to be done with this house and all the evil it holds within. And this is true. Mostly. Mostly I can not wait to get out of here.


There is one thing that I am already lamenting the loss of. Every time I look at it I feel a sadness that I have to leave it behind. This morning we had a chat. It went a little something like this.

Me: You know, you have served me well over the last 20 months.


Me: You have never let me down, not once and I am so very grateful.


Me: I know you don't really understand what is happening here but I'm sure you've seen me working around you, packing things up, getting things out of the house.


Me: I'm sorry I haven't come by sooner to say my good-bye. I didn't want you to be angry. I was avoiding this because I was afraid things would be awkward between us. I was wrong to make you wait. It's just two more days and then I will be gone forever. Please, try to forget me. Try to move on.........


Me: I feel terrible about it. If I could take you with me I would, please know that. And I will love you 'til the minute I leave this place and replace you, one day. Maybe I should have kept that last part to myself. Anyway, again, I am so sorry I have to leave you here, in this God-forsaken place.


Me: You're awfully quiet. I understand. You're confused because our love was so strong. Enduring. Eternal. And now I am abandoning you. Turning my back without a second thought. It's a tough pill to swallow. I get it. I'll give you some time.


Me: Well.........okay then........

It'll be a sad day when I am no longer able to just press a button and get what I love the most. May 5th is the day. The day I will have to actually start making my own ice.



Flour update: As I was packing up the rest of the kitchen I found two partially used bags of cake/pastry flour and another bag of white flour. I think there may be need of an intervention. Or maybe I shouldn't be allowed to have big cavernous cupboards that swallow whole bags of flour.

Anyone want to come bake cakes with me?


  1. I'm sorry for your ice loss and happy for the flour gain :) Cake makes everything better doesn't it?

    1. We will soon find out. And when you sell your house I will make you a cake. Or ten.

  2. LMAO. OMG. YOU HAD ME THE WHOLE TIME. Damn. *now I am whispering* you are good.

  3. My ice doesn't come at the touch of a button, but for the last three years it has always there waiting for me inside the freezer and I don't know if I could ever go back to filling ice on earth are you going to adjust?