Yesterday was like Christmas.
After eight-and-a-half years, I finally opened some boxes marked KITCHEN that belong to the Husband and me. There was stuff I forgot we had. When we moved in with the Mama, most of our belongings stayed in storage. Last month, we consolidated two lockers into one and I decided to bring home some of the KITCHEN boxes. Until late yesterday afternoon, they'd been sitting in the garage. They would probably still be there if we didn't move boxes around to try to find a mouse carcass. Shudder.
We did not find any mouse remains, but we did discover that something ate through the cat carrier—which we had bought to eventually take Mr. L. Gatto Cat to the veterinarian (and it's a good thing we didn't)—to get at the bag of cat litter that we'd stored in the carrier. Was the mouse disappointed when he finally reached the sand?
"Do mice hibernate?" the Husband asked.
"I don't know," I replied, watching him poke a stick in the bag. Shudder.
Back to happy thoughts. Christmas in February.
By the time I was ready to go through the boxes in the kitchen, the Mama had waken from her nap. The Mama loves opening presents as well as seeing what comes out of unopened boxes and bags that belong to others. She got as excited as I did. The Husband would say differently because she didn't ooh! and ahhh! like me.
"My pyrex pie pans!" (which were originally the Mama's). The Mama hovered over the box.
"Those are nice," said the Mama, glancing at each different size covered glass jar that I set on the table. I could see she was already thinking what to put in them.
"Oh, that's pretty," she said, when I set down a crystal candy jar. Maybe I will make chocolate cherry almond truffles to put in it for Valentine's Day.
Then out came a large bag full of our spoons, knives, forks, and chop sticks. The Mama sat down and began sorting them into categories of her own making. She instantly recognized the design of the ones that she had given me and the first husband over 25 years ago. I think she was pleased that I had kept them.
As the Mama made her piles, I wondered if any of the spoons would be perfect to use for playing music. Other than that I had no idea what to do with all that silverware. Was I ready to get rid of them all? Then the Mama said, "We can use these."
The Mama decreed that we'll be using the Husband's and my silverware from now on. No discussion. No asking me for permission. I don't even think she thought that I may not want to use them. Of course, I didn't even think about that fact until just now. I was surprised that she wanted to use our stuff. Not just make room for them in her silverware drawer, but to actually get rid of some of hers. Or, at least put hers in storage.
I definitely appreciate it. It'll be nice, satisfying, and delightful to use our silverware and some of our other kitchen stuff again. I may get the rest of the KITCHEN boxes out of storage sooner rather than later. Then the Mama and I will have another day of Christmas. Wait till she sees the blue willow plates. I just know she'll want to eat off of them.