Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Saturday, November 08, 2014
That was Not
The sound of a tool chest falling down the stairs.
No, it was the sound of every single pan, cookie sheet, and broiler....and rack....and kettle....and every other heavy metal object stored there falling out of the cupboard under the microwave and cascading around my feet when I reached up to turn up the heat this early morning.
If that is any indication of the way the day is going to go I think I had better go back to bed. I will apologize to any who may have been awakened, although I am not guilty of piling them in there like that. I blame November.