Good morning, since showing you a picture of my fridge door would not be as pleasing, I will introduce you to Gananoque, Ontario, a picturesque little town along the Canadian side of the St. Lawrence river, while I wait for my Lobster Bisque to cool to a temperature that is comfortable at this hour of the morning.
Back to the fridge door and the lobster bisque. I opened the fridge door at 3 something a.m. to get a glass of water, and found that the bisque lobster had tipped over and was now redecorating the interior of the fridge. Keeper (my whippet) was happy to sniff around to see if any had gotten down to her level, she always wants to help in such matters, However, since the door was already opened, and I was faced with the mess… I did what I do best in such matters I closed the door.
OK.. so I did clean up the mess up first, and while at it, instead of the water I had been in search of I had some cold bisque. Let’s face it. it is liquid and it actually was tasty. So there you have it, why bisque for breakfast. And.. a serving of doors.
A word of caution tho’ if you are going to get domestic in the wee hours, you will find that doing dishes could be one of your early morning activities. That is not a nightmare, but a morning horror.
The best timing to take action is when you notice it. When you take note of something, it is a signal from God/UNIVESE that you should take care of it right away.
Perfect Liberty 2015.25
Cheers.
For more doors, please visit Dan’s site for the Thursday Doors feature https://nofacilities.com/2024/01/25/more-doors-from-traffic/
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Comments on: "Doors" (13)
Je les adore, ces Doors
Sorry about waking up to a mess. I’m the bisque was good. It’s interesting how some things are good when eaten cold. Your doors this week are wonderful, but that first photo in the gallery is magnificent! The wraparound porch with the round balcony above – I can’t even imagine how good it would feel to sit out there.
I know. I grew up with a front porch, we always enjoyed sitting outside and chatting with neighbours as they walked by.. Now, it no longer seems to be something enjoyed, notice most new builds don’t have a veranda /porch.
When we first moved here, several of us would gather at my neighbor’s (across the street) front patio. Our dog loved him. I’d take her for a walk, and we wouldn’t get any father than his house.
is the neighbour still there? times have changed so much..at least up here they have. You seldom see your neighbours.
No. Sadly, he passed away years ago. I miss him.
Funny story, lovely doors!
Thanks Denny .. waves a happy hug your way..
Handsome selection
Thanks Sheree glad you stopped by…
Argh, not a fun prospect at 3 a.m. 😀
no it wasn’t, however, Keeper did keep me company, then we crawled back under the covers and slept till shortly after 5… Hi. Eliza!!
I liked the part about closing the door on the mess. And I love that gorgeous porch! I’m sure I’ll see Dan there when I drop by for peach cobbler.