I took this photo yesterday because it amused me in an eye-rolling sort of way. I was trying to make some room in the fridge at work and pulled out a yogurt to check the date. Aug. 4. Ew. I pulled out another. June 30. Ewww! And another. April 9. Oh, for pity sake. (I should add that none of these were mine.)
Which makes for a pretty boring blog post as a passing observation, but today my life seemed ruled by expiration. So I can bore you even more!
I spent the morning finally tackling boxes of random paper that followed me from my old house. I filled a bin for recycling and one for burning in my new chimenea. Utility bills from my last address, explanation of dental benefits from 2005, warranties for products I no longer own. So good to get that out of the way, and to clear some closet space.
I made plans for my expired maple tree, which will come down as soon as the permit arrives (a matter of days, I'm told). I'm going to remove a fence panel and have them shoot the shredded wood onto a big tarp in my yard. Free mulch! And trustworthy, since I know the tree's not diseased, just old.
I made some monkey bread to take to work, but forgot to butter the pan. (Only a minor goof; the hungry cow-orkers didn't care that the gooey buns were in a heap instead of a pretty ring – that's an old photo at left.) Call it a brief expiration of kitchen sense.
Got in the car to go to work and the car wouldn't start. Yes, my battery had expired. As had my AAA membership.
BUT, my car place is all of three blocks away. In my most piteous voice I called them for help. In five minutes Mike showed up, jumped the car, then followed me to the shop, where they popped in a new battery.
So that's my Day of Expired Things. Have you expired from boredom yet?