I strongly suspect adult children left those shards of glass. Adult children put the bottles of Creme de Cocoa, vermouth and Benedictine in the basement refrigerator. They are definitely responsible for the Voodoo Ranger Special Release Atomic Pumpkin beer, although I confess I think that beer’s good. Kudos to Voodoo Ranger for thinking outside the basic hops and barley box.
But the glass strikes me as one of those half-finished jobs in life. If I hadn’t taken the drawers out to clean — Now there’s a symptom of Coronavirus life! — I would not have stumbled on the glass. Some careful swabbing later, here’s my life coach advice for this early April day: Don’t quit until all the glass is gone. If I had been cleaning an area outside my view, that attack on the refrigerator could have ended in antiseptic and bandages.
Any hidden glass in your life, reader? Real or metaphorical? This may be the perfect day to do war with sharp spears of melted sand. Call that friend and fix “it” maybe?
Trivia for today: Did you know sand melts at 1700°C — or 3090°F? So don’t bother to nuke a lump of sand in the microwave to see what happens. In my universe, I think I just proved glass to be an impossibility, except the windows must come from somewhere. Today might also be a day to pause to admire your amazing windows.
Zombie phrase for the day: You have to hit the glass door hard. Sometimes you can’t even get in.
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