What to do while the rest of the family is on vacation?

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Pink gloved freezer cleaning

Husband Steve is cavorting with his brothers in the Basque motherland.   My older child, a college junior, is leading a group of incoming freshmen on a kayaking expedition in the glorious Pacific Northwest.   Child #2 is off to orchestra camp, to spend a week playing Grieg, Stravinsky and Wagner with 100 of her new best friends. 

And I am home, defrosting the freezer.

Ice chest during freezer cleaning

Everything fits in the ice chest for temporary storage, with the exception of these two orphaned containers of ice cream:

Orphaned ice cream containers

I think I will just eat them.

On the plus side, I have control of the soundtrack -- a rare occurrence in my house.   I am usually the last one to grab the family iPod.   But today, I have the chance to choose the music -- and the mood.

First stop:  self-pity!   Soundtrack:   Edith Piaf, because she, too, suffered greatly:


But that gets old after about two songs (one and a half, unless one of them is "La Vie en Rose").   Besides, the sheer exuberance of scientific curiosity gets the better of me pretty quickly (soundtrack:   Particle Man, by They Might Be Giants).   Here is the bowl of ice I scraped off the bottom of my freezer, chunky with God-knows-what food bits and general filth:

Bowl of dirty ice from freezer cleaning

I'm quite sure that if I were to defrost this and culture it in some appropriate substrate, I'd discover the next penicillin, a miracle cure for something dreadful.   I nominate head lice.

I have this nagging feeling that I could perhaps get the most out of this experience if I could only surrender myself to the here and now, and capture the Zen of freezer-cleaning.   (Soundtrack:  The Gyuto Monks):


But not really.   Because Zen is incompatible with nagging feelings, and also probably with pink rubber gloves.

I think, in the end, I will need to settle for the satisfaction of a job well done (soundtrack:   Queen's "We Are the Champions").   Just look at this:

Freshly cleaned freezer

Magnificent!   From now on, nobody eats out of it but me.

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