Four Months Later, Just Like That

Sometimes when I'm talking to my husband, I wonder if he is listening. I can have an entire conversation with him, discussing future events, what needs to be done around the house, things happening with the kids and a few days later, when I give him an update, he gives me a blank look, like the information I am sharing with him is the first time he has heard it, even though we've had a thirty minute conversation days before in which I said this and he said that.

Last December I mentioned to my husband that I was going to have to defrost the chest freezer in the basement, it had frozen treats from the previous summer and meats that were at least a year old, let alone the frost buildup on the sides. I've been going through the freezer each week since Christmas, either trying to use what is in it or sending items to the green bin for recycling weekly. It's been a slow process but the freezer has been coming down, I'd say I am down to the last third of the freezer.

Last week my husband unplugged the freezer. I recently discovered it was unplugged. I spent several hours cleaning it, sending what was left to the green bin and basically cleaning up a sopping sticky mess.

I asked my husband why he would unplug the freezer, he said he remembered me mentioning I was planning on cleaning it out. I told him maybe he could have let me know he had unplugged it and he gave me a somewhat bewildered look, because wasn't it me that had mentioned how I wanted to clean out the freezer and he was only trying to help. Help, yeah, that's what he was doing. I don't know if I have enough time for any more of his help.

Milk and Cookies

I had planned on my next blog entry being a powerful thought provoking entry (hahahahaha) on how I was taking a challenge I read about in the Toronto Star to give up plastics for one week, but after finishing the article I knew I was doomed to failure, my downfall being milk. We consume roughly 16 litres of milk a week, at a cost of about $1.50/litre and to switch to those glass bottles of milk, if I can even find them, was going to cost me $3.69/litre and that is just too much money, but screw that idea completely, because this morning brings me great news.

I'm a "carefully selected group of bakers who are already familiar with Nestle Toll House." I received a care package from Nestle with a letter, fridge magnet, recipes, history on Toll House and a coupon for a free package of morsels, and three more savings coupons for future purchases. My initial reaction was to forgot about what I had planned for today and head out to redeem those coupons, pick up some milk and bake some cookies, and then I wondered how did Nestle get my address in the first place. It's true, I e-mailed them last fall asking them why I couldn't get those morsels here, but I never included my mailing address and the launch was last September, so I guess I'm so carefully selected that they have spent the last seven months trying to track me down.

None of it even matters, what's important is that I have my free morsels and cheap milk. I'll have to work on saving the Earth another day.