20030910 The great kitchen recombobulation of oh-three

Maybe I shouldn't take on big projects while weaning myself off meds—but the results are so entertaining.

I've noticed for some time that my nesting partner has tended to put food he buys into one location, although he mostly denied it with an explanation of his organization I could not readily follow.

Faced with crates of Burning Man (shelf-stable) food in the living room, I decided to completely change the previous storage scheme. Well, scheme is a generous word; it was more like an organic progression which had become confusing for both of us.

It does makes sense to have some segregation of food given my partner's dietary restrictions and our diverse tastes. The current stock, is roughly 20% his, 50% common, and 30% mine. His and mine designate likely interest, not ownership (this is in contrast to a friend's scheme, which also has his, common, and mine, but in her case mine means don't touch this or you die).

Here is the new scheme: Start at the refrigerator—who can argue with that? If you're my partner, progress counter-clockwise around the kitchen cabinets. If you're me, progress clockwise. The further we go, the less likely we'll be interested.

When I proudly showed off my work, it seemed so obvious as to require no explanation. My partner, however, is more convinced than ever that I am an alien.