NaBloPoMo Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Name five things inside your refrigerator right now and how you feel about them.
There’s one sure benefit of having just recently moved into our house…there hasn’t been enough time for scary things to be happening inside the refrigerator! If you push around the leftovers and various jars of pickles, you’ll find the following in my fridge:
1. A small glass bottle of milk. The milk is just regular old 2% from Food Lion, but the bottle itself is special. It’s a single-serve bottle the hubby purchased from a rest stop convenience market during one of our road trips in Japan. It’s in use now because someone doesn’t like pouring milk from the big gallon carton into his coffee cup. So I get the benefit of being reminded of our three wonderful years in Japan every time I open the fridge.
2. A bowl of salad. I was making lunches for the hubby last night, and made an extra salad for myself. I am much better about eating healthy lunches if I don’t have to stop in the middle of whatever I’m doing during the day to make it. So at least one day this week, I’ll eat well!
3. A third of a loaf of gluten free bread. I hate gluten free bread. But Wonder bread hates me. Thus that horrible loaf mocks me every time I open the fridge to find something for lunch. The days of soft, stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are gone. GF bread is totally unsuitable for sandwiches, or for much of anything else for that matter.
4. Enbrel. This injectable medication has been a savior in controlling my rheumatoid arthritis. I am so grateful for its positive impact on my life that I don’t even begrudge the precious shelf space it inhabits.
5. Half a bunch of grapes. This is really the only thing in the fridge that is starting to border on scary. The grapes are about three days away from becoming raisins. I won’t eat them in their current state. But I feel incredibly guilty throwing away food, so they will sit there in the crisper until I need the space to lay in supplies for the big family Thanksgiving dinner.
I figure based solely on my age, that I’m about halfway through my life’s story, give or take a few pages. I’m grateful that I have ownership of the rest of my story. In the early chapters of my book, I was, to some extent, following someone else’s storyline–that’s just a natural part of growing up. For the rest of my story, however, I am the author, creating my own storyline. I choose which characters co-star in my story, and which adventures fill the pages. I know there will still be some plot twists beyond my control, but I find myself looking forward to savoring each new page, uncharacteristically in no rush to get to the end of the book.
Things I See and Know 
