No Food

Just like Mother Hubbard, I came home to empty cupboards.

This is actually a good thing. Not because I don’t need to eat but it means that the fridge stayed cleaned out and there was nothing to spoil while we were both gone.

I sadly looked at the remaining condiments and a couple containers of outdated dairy products. Then I looked in the freezer. Couple of packages of fish filets looking completely lonely in otherwise empty drawers. Moving on to the kitchen shelves I did find one box of UHT milk, cereal bags with crumbs in the bottoms of the bags and half a dozen cans of suspicious contents.

Oh, yes. There was coffee and tea.

Thinking about it, I had consumed more than enough food in the last three weeks to last till supper. Moving on with life, I unpacked suitcases, backpacks, started laundry, printed files and other wise worked on my to do list.

George arrived from the the train station around 0900. (He had finishes his meetings in NY and CT and done the Newark to Dulles to Frankfurt trip).

Imagine, we are both home for the next few days!

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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