I spent over an hour washing refrigerator shelves and all kinds of other things to finally get my kitchen back in a proper state. Luckily the "fix" attempt seems to have worked, so the fridge temperature is appropriate again. At least it motivated us to scrap some old stuff that lurked in the back.

I want to do a lot of work on hubby's project today and tomorrow. I want this stage DONE before Monday. Next week will be a little stressful. I need to cut down on the stress. I'd like the time to concentrate on casual fun projects like...Yes, my Christmas cookie blog post project. I'm still waiting for hubby to translate a recipe. He's so busy that that's a very low priority for him.

I asked my husband to have a nice picture created of my late parrot. He seemed so absent in the room where he always resided. Hubby had two of them made, but sadly I don't like them. [I didn't tell him that.] I don't like his selections of pictures. One is a glass portrait of my parrot looking elsewhere (not at me). It seems to emphasize a distance between my parrot and me, which didn't really exist. The other has three photos. They are so small that I can barely see them. The biggest one in that "collage" was taken literally two days before he died. When I look at it, it reminds me that he was surely very sick that day. I guess I could have ordered the pictures myself, but hubby had been getting such things made in the past. I didn't know what outfit he used. I assumed he would have picked better photos. It's not his fault, of course, but they are a little bit of a letdown. I feel a little bad that I am not as appreciative as I should be.