The water line to the refrigerator’s ice maker cracked years ago, ruined the kitchen’s oak-wood floor, and was permanently abandoned. My daughter Laura has an amazing countertop ice-maker, producing pleasing, soft-crunchy cubes of pellet ice. But Mom opted for a dozen of the old ice cube trays. I confess to using my share of ice cubes for the day’s cold drinks, but it seems that every day I reach into the freezer only to find an empty ice bin. Mom’s household routine used to include filling the empty trays at the kitchen sink and carrying them expertly to the freezer, without spilling: two stacks, six-high. But with her walker a necessary tool of her daily perambulating, the chore has more often fallen to me. With a busy schedule, running from one task and job and activity to another all the day long, the mental stoppage of finding the empty ice bin and needing to empty the ice cube trays into the bin and then to fill the trays with new water, has been a real irritant. Mom uses by far more ice that I do, so I naturally expect her to fill the trays. (Can I hear my readers offering sympathetic words of “Aw, you poor thing?” I thank you.) One reason the ice runs out so quickly is that Mom fills the trays only halfway, yielding half-cubes, naturally. I, on the other hand, fill the trays completely, to yield large cubes lasting us twice as long. Mom beat me to the job of filling the trays the other day: when, all twelve trays of cubes barely filled the bin. “Mom,” I whined. “Why do you fill the trays only half-full?” Looking downcast, she explained, “I don’t like such big cubes.” Besides her daytime use, her nighttime habit is to take a cup-full of cubes to her bedroom, to suck on them during her bedtime routine—and now I understand the desire for half-cubes. The big cubes really are impossibly uncomfortably big and sharp to fit into one’s mouth and enjoy. In fact, it might be similar to cramming a whole apple into one’s mouth instead of enjoying one reasonable bite at a time. Half cubes it is, then.

First, I want to say it’s great to see you (poor thing) posting! Secondly, time gets away from us, and if I have comments piling up, I haven’t figured out how to see much older ones that for whatever reason, I couldn’t respond to in the moment. When I have time wherein I want to apply all my attention to heartfelt comments left for me (&/or Murph), they are often disappeared. Thank you for each and every sincere comment you’ve left.
And finally, you may appreciate this: At some point during caring for my dad with dementia (& 3 animal family members of different species), as he could not do a single thing for himself except eat & drink, I couldn’t keep the house as clean as I wanted. I need it clean to think clearly! My mother-in-law had retired, so she was paid to come by & tend to some things.
She even filled ice cube trays… but not full enough. I couldn’t get them out individually. It felt like a trivial thing, but it did get mentioned. Then, she filled them too full! They all froze as one at the top. I had to set the trays on the counter & punch them with my fist to get just one or two cubes! Thankfully she laughed when I explained the scenario.
Filling trays is precision work😁
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You have had your own ice cube misadventures!! (Thanks for ice cube sympathy!) Seriously though, I really appreciate you and your tender comment. btw, Sunshine says hello.
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I have. And, you are welcome. Chin poof (beard doesn’t sound as cute as it is) smooch to Sunshine.
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