...is about to commence. Let me provide some historical context.
I feel it is important to challenge oneself regularly. I have felt this way since December 31, 1999. It was New Years Eve and I was in NYC with my sister Hilary. All day was essentially spent with Hilary strategically planning our meals to ensure we could avoid a hangover on 1/1/2000, and me insisting we watch the celebrations happening around the world, much to her chagrin. As part of the meal planning, we had to assume even a slight hangover was possible for 1/1/2000. We weren't going out to drink plain OJ, mind you. So we ordered a perfect NY pizza, ate some for dinner and then had enough to save for the next morning. We ordered a medium so the pizza box could fit in Hilary's city fridge. I mean, we really thought this out thoroughly. Dad, this is what our UVa education prepared us for - real-life problem solving. Anyway, at this point, the PLAN IS IN PLACE AND IT'S PERFECT.
Buuuut, they delivered the pizza IN A LARGE BOX! Nooooooo! This was problematic for several reasons. That box would not fit in the fridge properly without serious tilting. What's the problem with tilting the box, you ask? Well, I will tell you. The cheese of the pizza would slide off the slices. Unacceptable.
We thus commenced the great Physics experiment of 1999/2000 - how to get that pizza in the fridge, tilted but not too much (the trick was to wait for the pizza to cool off a bit before fridge entry) all to have hangover food on the first day of the new century. And we did, with the strategic use of yogurt canisters, removal of the fridge's lightbulb (it got in the way) and pure tenacity & focus.
I thought to myself this morning - a solid 11 years later, why did we not consider taking the pizza out of the box and putting it on plates that would fit in the fridge?? We had other things on our mind....like outfits to wear and the welcoming in of a brand new century, for the love of God.
There will be another Physics experiment today. It will involve how to get 2 boxes, each weighing 40 pounds, packed tight with the worldly possessions I sent to Australia, from the office to my apartment. I have yet to find a dolly of any sorts, and I can't lift the boxes. I am off to the office with my large suitcase, via subway, which in and of itself will be highly amusing since all the entryways are as narrow as my hips and thighs were when I was 12. By golly, everything better fit in that suitcase. Oh, and it's raining, heavily.
For the energy to make this all go down, I will first seek out bacon and an espresso coffee of some sorts, Wish me luck, friends.
xo
i love that i think the worst part of that is the rain!
ReplyDeleteIt was terrible Sheets of rain and no taxis to help me home with a 65-pound bag!!! But I finally found one and am all set! The experiment may have been messy, but it worked.
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