I’m fresh out of things to write about, a bit of an unfortunate circumstance for anyone who’s still reading, given that I haven’t written much of note for weeks now. It’s not that I don’t want to write, or that I don’t care about my blog … it’s just that I have a hard time figuring out how to put an interesting spin on the things that are going on in my daily life. Things are good here, but they’re uneventful. While uneventful can make for a pleasant life, it generally makes for dull reading. Try as I might, I can’t think of a way to make a description of reorganizing my spice cabinet in any way compelling. Ah, well … compelling or not, all my jars are in a row now.

It’s funny how you never realize (I never do, at any rate) just how disorganized you are until you’re knee-deep in the task of setting things to order. We’ve lived in this house only a little more than three years, yet when I was cleaning out the cabinet this afternoon I found several food items that had been expired for two or three years or more. That means that we had to have brought jars with us that were already expired when we moved from Stockholm. After sorting through everything, I bet I threw away at least half of the contents of the cupboard. That waste of food and money gives me a twinge of guilt, but there’s no merit to my hanging on to a four-year-old jar of season salt indefinitely, I suppose.