I don’t know what made me decide to write about defrosting my freezer–I’ll credit Nora Ephron, who said “Everything is copy.” It’s a throwback to the past & worth capturing for posterity–I don’t know anyone else who does it. And there is something zen-like and spacy about the experience, making it timely with the current craze of “mindfulness,” whatever the hell that is. Finally, ’tis the season for chipping away in a winter wonderland.
The resulting piece, “In Praise of Simple Living (just add ice cream),” has just been published in the provocatively-named journal of creative nonfiction, Embodied Effigies.
That was charming. Once a year I defrost the mini-fridge in my office, but my home fridge does it itself.
I hope you and Don are well.
A blast from the past! I remember my first fridge. It had that teeny tiny little freezer at the top. I once scraped so hard that I broke the pipe in the freezer….