On this, Day 9 of 30 Days of Blogging, I have to discuss... The Loss.
No, no one died.
And no, this isn't about that episode of Star Trek where Counselor Troi loses her powers and turns out to be kind of a bad counselor without them and then has the unmitigated gall to blame Dr. Crusher for not responding fast enough when Troi was only reporting a headache and Dr. Crusher was busy helping people with more traumatic injuries according to the rules of triage that all doctors follow in emergencies, although I clearly also have opinions about that and may return to the topic later in the month if we run out of things to talk about.
No, instead there was a loss in my household last night, and when I complained about it to my friends Liz and Falke, Liz made a suggestion that I'm using for tonight's topic:
Blog about it
I had a long day yesterday, and I decided that I wanted comfort food for dinner, so I was making mac and cheese from a box. I do that sometimes instead of cooking from scratch. I add real cheese to it, though, so I guess I'm dressing it up a little. Regardless, while the pasta was boiling, I went to the cabinet to the right of the stove to get the strainer. I keep a lot of things in that cabinet that I use often, like graters, bread loaf pans, several pieces of Pyrex, measuring cups, small cutting boards, etc. When I went to get the strainer out, I noticed that the handle was stuck behind my Pyrex Early American 475 lidded Cinderella round casserole dish, and I thought, "I should move that rather than just jerk the strainer out, because the handle might scratch the bowl or something," so I reached in, picked up the bowl which also had the lid on it, and then this happened:
My 475 is gone.
I felt like the Rock Biter in "The Neverending Story", talking about how they looked like such big, strong, hands, and how the nothing tore away his little friends right out of them. I had my 475 in my hands, and then... nothing.
I guess we're going thrifting this weekend.