Another holiday bites the dust.

Another Easter past. Well, technically not yet, since it's still Sunday and we actually haven't gotten past the holiday yet, but since I likely won't have time to post tomorrow, I figured I'd sneak it in today.

This week's going to be a busy one. Tomorrow we have a BBQ lunch over at a friend's house, and we are going to be cleaning the cupboards in the kitchen of all the crap that's been accumulating in the years leading up to our moving here. Yes, it's scary...there's things in there we haven't even seen before because up until recently we weren't needing to utilize all of the cabinets. However, as we accumulate more kitchen accessories...space must be arranged.

Her mother is not a cook. She runs a multi-million dollar company. As a result, she eats out. Almost always. The only thing she cooks at home is rice or buckwheat, which is in essence boiling water and letting something soften. She is also a notorious buyer of things which are then subsequently forgotten about within a few days of the initial purchase, only to be shoved back into the darkness of a cabinet shelf to be left until the end of time.

We recently acquired a vegetable steamer. When I went to find space for it in one of the bottom cupboards...well let's just say I went on a cleaning frenzy and found myself confronted with UFOs (Unidentified foreign objects) of a nature that left me wondering if perhaps I shouldn't be wearing a HAZMAT suit. There were jars of substances that had easily been left in the darkness for longer than 8 years, and I am not joking in the least about the passage of time.

Her mom has been in this apartment for 26 years. The freezer has been defrosted once. Once, folks. Years ago. How many years, I'm afraid to know. All I do know is that I can only fit about two ice trays and one jar of coffee and one bag of frozen vegetables into its confines. The rest is solid ice. I'm terrified of defrosting that freezer. Lord knows what I'm going to find hidden beneath the surface. A frozen head? Freeze-dried rats from centuries past? Vegetables long forgotten, only to be discovered in a future where they would be categorized as prehistoric relics of an ancient history?

We've got our work cut out for us, that's for sure. On Tuesday we have a brief respite, then on Wednesday we have to dismantle the fold-a-bed that's been in this room for the past umpteen years, and deal with the arrival of our new bed and mattress. Another all-day project.

And somehow in the middle of all this, I've got to maintain my quota, find time to shop for a new desk for myself, an office chair, a grill for the balcony, shades for the bedroom, and somehow find time to get a repair man over here to discuss the ass-raping I'll be needing to prep for in terms of getting the AC unit in the living room moved and fixed.

So Easter, I salute you, for providing a brief respite from the terrifying possibilities that await me in the darker recesses of the month of April. I will cling to your fleeting bliss as I squint upwards, unsure if the light at the top of the hole I'm digging is getting smaller, or if my eyesight is simply dimming with old age.