Snowflakes are flying. Some are small, some are large. These too shall have to land where they fall as I have retired my snow pusher for the season. It may not look like spring outside today but the cleaning bug has hit Stauffer Avenue. Today I incorporated Dennis’ occupational therapy to assist with the kitchen range cleaning. Elbow grease, a bit of the Fresh Start cleaning solution . . . and dang if the stove doesn’t look too pretty to use. When Kevin put felt pads underneath on the skids of the range it made it easy to move it away from the kitchen wall. Considering we eat 99% of our meals at home with the range a huge part of those meals, I must say that there were no splatters where they should not have been.
Tomorrow . . . it just might be that the top of the refrigerator and all that the shelves above it hold may meet up with the wrath of the Stauffer Avenue duo. By the way, supper will be a treat that has not been fixed on the kitchen range for a long, long time . . . French toast. The secret to stay away from such goodies is to not have any syrup in the house for the last year. Yes, I caved and it found its way into the shopping cart.