I went to Winslow for a few days to visit my dad. It’s the first time I’ve been there since November, which is the longest I’ve gone without a trip home since my mom passed away.
Spent the last few days staring at the landscape, eating tacos, drinking margaritas while playing gin rummy, picking up rocks, reading Sam Shepard and feeling like something is building inside. It’s so faint I’m not sure what it is, but something is beginning to swirl.
This is what the outside looks like.
This is what the inside looks like. (I took this picture of the inside of the kitchen cabinet. My mom would be so proud. It was less full at one point, but my dad has restocked it to its proper levels. Note the box of Junior Mints.)
Ah, the view from outside and the view from inside. Quite a contrast! And what does one do with that amount of plastic wraps and baggies? One for every storage need?
There seems to be an imbalance between plastic wrap and foil.
Yes Linda, we can contain vast quantities of food. It’s like a 5 year supply at least.