This Day Begins

This day begins with me cleaning some old stuff out of the refrigerator and forcing it down the drain. The motorboat blades in the sink will ... in theory ... chop up just about anything and send it on its way down stream. A hard boiled egg, some old slices of mango, a leftover happy meal.

I always keep my fingers clear of the scary monster, held prayer-like at my waist, praying no one throws a wrench or even a spoon in the works.

It will make a clean sweep of it for you, but honestly as I watch it swirl and hear it grind -- syncopated ba-dum -- I remember even though it works remarkably well, it smells and unnerves you and no one really enjoys doing it.