My mother's way of dealing with the overwhelming feelings of depression or grief was to clean the kitchen. I am my mother's daughter in this, so...

this morning I spent clearing off the top of the refrigerator (dog brushes and dog chews and leashes) and then spraying it with cleaner and rubbing it dry.

Next was the cupboard over the counter where the toaster oven, beloved by hubby, squats. I took out all the stuff from all the shelves, cleaned the shelving, sorted cans and bottles and boxes of stuff by type and put them away. Sure would have been easier if I were taller.

Then took down the curtains over the sink, washed and dried them. They need mending before I re-hang them. The windowsill and area around the faucets has been cleaned, too.

Before we left for Thanksgiving dinner I put chili to cook in the crock pot, using Kramer's recipe. It sure smells good, and tomorrow we'll have a delicious dinner from it. If I can wait that long. I've never been able to follow a recipe exactly, and this was no exception. I added a bit of garlic. Does Tex-Mex food have garlic?

Tomorrow I'll clean out the refrigerator, mend the curtains, and finish scrubbing the sink and countertops. I might get to the floor, might not.

Of such mundane things is healing made.