While looking forward to the Saturday Morning Session of General Conference, I’d topped off my Yeti with lots of ice and water. This isn’t an average size Yeti, and in fact, it’s a competitor’s version of a Yeti that holds sixty-four gallons; we picked it up at the Bucky’s store in Madisonville.
Growing up in my era, folks called their vacuum
cleaners, Hoovers. It didn’t matter what
company manufactured the device; Hoover was a commonly known device. I suppose the folks at Yeti should be
thrilled to have had a similar fate.
Rather than set the huge honking container on a table,
we have food storage spread around the house, and so…there are three cases of
canned ground beef next to the sofa. It’s
covered with a bath towel that makes it ‘invisible’, a mind game that permits
us to use the living room as part of the pantry. These cases of canned goods are placed on
bath towels to keep moisture from ruining the hardwood flooring. The cats think the top layer of bath towels
are for them to sleep on, providing a strategic location for staring out the
window.
We have a supply of older bath towels that are kept next
to the washer and dryer room and I made a hurried dash across the house to retrieve
several towels to mop up the mess. It
was easy picking up chunks of ice and placing them back into the Yeti; however,
the water had spread quickly. A local
fisherman had taken up position on the shore in hopes of catching a big one. The towels under the stacks of canned ground
beef along with the towel that’s under a stack of popcorn bags had soaked up
some of the water; not good.
Each of the stacks of canned goods had to be moved
along with two hundred pounds of popcorn to keep the water from damaging the
wood flooring. This was accomplished and
fresh towels have been placed where the others had been, canned ground beef
cases stacked as they had been and the washing machine will get another load of
towels.
General Conference continued and the local fisherman
decided to go home since the lake dried up.
