This weekend we knocked some chores off of the “Honey-don’t-want-to-do list.” Here’s a quick summary, in no particular order…
We shampooed the carpet and furniture, scrubbed the back decks off with bleach water (I’ve never wanted a pressure washer so much in my life!)
replaced a warped board, replaced screws and treated the decks. I’ll have to put another coat on tomorrow.
Since moving into this house we’ve been missing a railing post between the dining area and the living room. Because the house was built in 1986 we had little hope of finding a matching, turned post. Serendipitously, I came across several identical posts at a garage sale for only $.25 each! One needed to be cut to the correct length, but we now have a complete railing without any gaps.
I made three batches of jelly with the plums we got from Freecycle. We also harvested our first zucchinis and peppers for the year.
One of my DH’s co-workers recently had his chickens butchered so he sent one home for us. This was Gilbert.
Gilbert must have been a *Bantum because he was tiny. He was also tough. We stewed him until he was (almost) tender then served up Gilbert and Dumplings.
The little girl from next door was mortified that we were eating something that had once been alive and named. Apparently she leads a sheltered life and doesn’t know the origins of her Happy Meals. My parents raised poultry while I grew up and my dad also hunted and fished. We were pretty much middle class where we lived, it was just part of life out in the country. Even my suburban raised girls are savvy about what they eat so her reaction (she left our house very upset) caught me off guard.
I tried a new design on the shawl, but ripped it back. I’m going to try something different.
I finished the yarn from the roving that Cindy gave me. It’s somewhere between a DK and worsted weight. I’m not sure of the yardage.
We also got A1 home from her Grandma and Grandpa’s. We all missed her. She helped them plant vines on some new cranberry bog. The good news from up that way is that my Grandpa Porgy was moved to a different assisted living home and he is able to take off his neck brace. Everyone has their fingers crossed that he’ll be able to go home again soon.
This next week we have lots more projects planned. The replacement glass for our front door should be in soon and we need to replace our kitchen faucet. The only other news here is that it’s hot. Hope everyone had a great weekend!
*For years I lived in sheer terror of a Bantum rooster we had named Arnold. That darned chicken had red eyes and he was light enough that he could fly in and out of the chicken pen at will. He would lay in wait for victims in the bushes or under cars. His favorite mode of attack was to run up behind people, then fly up at them flapping his wings with his spurs kicking. I kept long sticks next to the front door and near the edge of our yard so that I could make it to and from the bus stop and still be able to fend off the nasty rooster. He sometimes trapped people in their cars by sitting on the hood and flying at the windshield. Arnold also knew to NOT pull any of these antics around my ax-wielding father. One day he spurred my Grandma Eva and she ended up in the hospital with an infection. Arnold particularly had it in for my Grandpa Porgy. One day while Grandpa was welding Arnold came running up behind him in attack mode. Grandpa heard him so he picked up a rake to “shoo” him away. He must have shooed too hard because he ended up knocking Arnold upside the head and killing him. Nobody was upset about the loss of the demon chicken, but that didn’t stop the family for teasing Grandpa about it for years. We called him”Chicken George.” (Porgy is just his nickname, he’s really George).
That felt cathartic! I may have to unload childhood baggage more often.