Faithful readers will remember earlier refrigerator photos. My daughter was beginning not to be amused that her fridge was showing up on this blog at every visit, but she agreed to one last look. As you can see, when it comes time to move there are certain advantages to having an empty refrigerator. And when she sells it today, she can truthfully say it's in mint condition.

Yesterday I learned how you can get rid of a half bottle of Skyy vodka and leftover bottles of beer before a road trip. You take them to the host of a party at the apartment house pool and say you'll donate them to the party if he'll help you move a TV. It's not until he sees the TV that he realizes it's a large-screen Sony Trinitron that weighs about 10,000 pounds, and by then it's too late. (My daughter had sold it to a friend four floors down on the other end of the building.)

Still, she has yet to get rid of the sofa or the bed or the dining room table, and the clock is ticking. 

Unfortunately she went to bed last night with the beginnings of a head cold, and when I called my husband back in Baltimore this morning he had a bad sore throat. I feel the way the people in the Middle Ages must have felt -- the quarter of Europe's population who didn't have the Black Death.