Thursday, July 3, 2014
Cream of Tartar
More packing yesterday. Wine glasses, kitchen stuff, artwork. I layered our framed pictures among folds of the comforter from the guest bed, which I thought was fairly clever -- unless the glass breaks and cuts up the comforter. But there's risk in everything, right?
Dave packed up our spice cabinet and started throwing away some spices that he insisted he would never use -- coriander seed, oregano, a jar of dried basil I bought at Gristede's when I lived in New York, cream of tartar. (What is cream of tartar, anyway?) I intervened and put some of them back in the box, just because I hate to waste them. It probably annoyed him, especially since he does the cooking, but I'd hate to toss them and then need them again for some obscure recipe and have to buy more.
I don't know why I am such a control freak. I told him I'd leave the kitchen up to him and I should just do that.
I also unzipped the upholstery from the couch cushions and washed it all. You gotta hand it to Ikea -- they know how to make livable furniture. This isn't even our couch, but after a year and a half of Olga and several months of Ernie and Ruby -- not to mention three years of us -- it needed a thorough cleaning. It looks much better.
I assume the owners of the apartment are selling it furnished, so who knows what will ultimately happen to this couch. It will probably go on the trash heap. (After all, would the new owner of a million dollar apartment on Portobello Road want to keep all the used furniture it contains?) But at least it will be clean! I do feel a sense of -- I don't know, futility maybe -- about caring for and leaving behind the landlord's stuff, because I'm sure it will be discarded by whoever buys the apartment. But at the same time, it isn't ours. I have arranged to take some small items, like the toaster and the kettle, and the laundry rack, for which I have cultivated a strange affection.
I think today I am going to climb out of this box-strewn chaos and go do something fun.
(Photo: Outside the Museum of London, June 20. Doesn't it look like that huge lizard is going after the guy on the bike?)