Duplicates and triplicates and probably quadruplicates
Canya tell by the title what I was doing today? That’s right, I was cleaning out the refrigimitator. I am not finished yet. This seems to be a multi-day project this time. Partly because I wash all the shelves with soapy water and let them totally dry out before I put them back in.
But oh dear, it looked like the refrigerator door was even more full of condiments and stuff than it usually is and yes, yes, yes it was. Why? Well, for one thing, there were three partially full bottles of Sriracha and two partially full bottles of yellow mustard plus another mostly full one. I was able to “combind” the three partial srirachas into one and two of the yellow mustards into one.
People, that’s as far as I got, at least for today. I cannot keep up with this stuff. I don’t use sriracha at all. I rarely use yellow mustard. And there are a whole bunch of fancy mustards in there that I haven’t even looked at yet.
My day was interrupted (happily enough) by the GG calling from Dexter asking for a pickup. We decided that involved lunch at Dexter’s Pub. It was mid-afternoon already, which is a good time to go out to lunch because the bar was empty and there was plenty of parking. But after that, I was toast in terms of refrigerator cleaning and “combinding” of condiments. It’s okay, I will continue my slog again tomorrow.
“Combind/combinded/combinding”? This originates from a pretty funny story. For a long time the Twinz of Terror were regular blood donors. The GG lived here (with me) on the Planet Ann Arbor. The UU lived an hour or so away. At one point, their records got mixed up somehow. When they tried to straighten them out, the woman they were dealing with said something like, “Oh the records got combinded!” Combinded? Okay, we get it. She supposedly straightened that out but… Then… They got “combinded” again. I mean, they are ID twins but they have different names and lived/live in very different locations.
And the weird tower is somewhere near Milan – the Michigan Milan, which is pronounced with a long i, as opposed to the Italian Milan. I couldn’t do much to prettify this fugly picture but I figgered it was better than the inside of my refrigerator.
January 14th, 2026 at 12:19 am
How is the Michigan Milan pronounced? My daughter’s in-laws live in Iowa and Madrid, Iowa is evidently pronounced–Mad drid. (not mah drid) That’s odd that the twins got confused. Are their first names similar?
January 14th, 2026 at 10:50 am
I wonder if the My-lan structure is for firefighter training? St. Louis has many names that are not pronounced as you might think. I blame a lot of them on being French names from the early explorers and founders, which were then mispronounced by the British who came later. One example is Bois Brule, which was a location on a Corps of Engineer document. I asked where is “Bwah Broolay”. My colleague said “what?”. I pointed to it, and he said, “oh that’s ‘Boys Brule'”. So it rhymes with boys rule, or boys drool, (!) not the French that I learned in High School.