However, one day a few weeks ago, Scott went pheasant hunting with some coworkers. He took them out and they came back here to clean the pheasants. I should tell you that we have a rule: no dead animals in the kitchen. You see, there was an incident once in which 15 snowshoe hare were skinned and gutted in the kitchen sink and I ended up finding clumps of gray fur on the floor and in the dishwasher. I completely lost it. It was one of those moments that would go down in the history of our marriage. Like, it would get a special subheading in a book: Snowshoe Hare Incident. Scott's friend's house served as the gutting/skinning/shelling/cleaning/plucking station from that day forward. It was sort of a legendary moment that set forth a proclamation of "Let's go to Taylor's house. We know we can't do that stuff here anymore". That was in March of 2011. Scott knows that the fish and birds and carcasses must be dealt with outside. Of course, on this day a few weeks back, it was only 10 degrees out and they had a lot of birds to ...clean. So I granted access to the kitchen. But first, I suggested the sink in the basement. Weren't we thrilled to have that thing down there for this very purpose? Why yes. Would Scott escort his buddies through the basement and into the laundry room before the plucking and de-feathering could begin? No. He could not. Because "it's kinda messy in the basement". At least he had the good sense to look sheepish when he said it. You see! He does care. While it doesn't shake him to the very fiber of his being like it does for me, messes DO bother him. This felt like a small victory.
Birds were cleaned in my copper sink.
He also had the good sense to clean and sanitize the space. And then I went over it again with more Lysol because that's just what I do. It's a trust thing.
Last week, I continued my mission of get-rid-of-all-the-cardboard-boxes. We still have a lot of things packed up in boxes that came from Alaska and we've spent hundreds on Rubbermaid tubs in the last few months but organization isn't cheap.
Basement before picture:
Those are boxes full of my teaching stuff and all of our books that cannot go on the living room bookshelves (because I'm picky about that too).