Pursuant to my last post, I ultimately remembered what I wanted to talk about next: 20 years ago I had a much worse kitchen problem, which happened to be my own kitchen, my first kitchen. I had no understanding of shelf life or the flow of things and I had to find out the hard way at about the same time my OCD started kicking in for serious. A bad confluence of events and a big kitchen faux pas.
One weird thing about those times is, I had an aversion to washing my own dishes, but I did just fine washing Charlie and Francie's dishes (some neighbors.) There came a day not long after when Francie sought me out as a roommate. But since I didn't want to move to Chicago, that never happened.
Tcm
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Absolute treasure, precious. Reminds me of how much I miss teaching
preschool and working as a nanny. Just like her I loved singing to my
children
6 years ago
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