The cabinet I worked on at sunset hangs to the right of my stove. In it I kept a little bit of everything. Underneath it, on the counter, I had a small wood plate upon which sat olive oil, salt and pepper, and my vitamins.
I neglected to include the counter-top in this picture because I wasn’t planning on moving my tray of kitchen accoutrements. My bad. The best I can offer is the neck of the olive oil bottle at the bottom of the picture, a phallic symbol proudly proclaiming the virility of clutter.
It now sits emasculated in the corner of the cabinet, clearly nobody’s baby.
The counter top is now…I don’t even know. I would say it’s a smooth expanse of hopes and dreams, but that would be dramatic. I’m good with calling it a placid lake under a starry night.
I woke up the morning after the insanity of Wednesday’s marathon cabinet decluttering in the kitchen knowing the only thing that would lure me into that cubbyhole would be an inflatable pool of chocolate and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup ice cream maintained at a constant 9°F.
Instead, I worked on my closet and contemplated the inadvisability of consuming 22 gallons of frozen dessert.
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