Howdy!
The Quilter has returned and the princess dog is beside herself with joy. Surprisingly, the air travel was basically normal and there were no delays. We three got back home Monday afternoon and all had nap attacks until evening.
Yesterday we did adulting and errands, got everything put where it goes, and we’re prepared to deal with the three big boxes of gear & equipment & stuff she shipped home, when it arrives.
Today is another beautiful day. Overcast and cool so far, with a forecast high of near-record 83 ferrets and a too-warm 60 at night. Coffee this morning was Lion Original in the pour-over. The Quilter doesn’t drink coffee; can you imagine?
This is a product plug. Is that allowed? : My order of Lion Hawaiian coffee arrived. They have a new item, instant coffee, and I ordered some to try. It’s not bad at all, better than any of the instant I have on hand including Starbuck’s Via. It doesn’t taste like brewed coffee, but for instant it’s the best I’ve had. Disclaimer: I’ve been trading with Lion for forty years and very much wanted to like this instant, so I expect my opinion is biased.
We’ll have a calmer day today. Quilter has to do something on the internet and I’ll do canine enrichment. This afternoon we’ll load up the princess dog and go into town to do early voting by turns. I need to stop at the hardware and get some chicken wire and cow poop. It’s all cheaper at Tractor Supply, but we’re boycotting them, which is a huge inconvenience so we feel quite virtuous about it.
Most of my spring straightening up happens in the yard and the gardens. Indoors I swap out to summer linens on the bed, and clean and pack away winter clothes and drag out the summer garments.
And because I’m home the most, and it bothers me the most, I’m in charge of pest control. So there’s: spraying in and out for the small ants; traps for the carpenter ants; traps for the fruit flies; traps for the moths; bait for the fire ants; plugging carpenter bee holes in the eaves; hanging the mosquito screens; insecticide for the clothing, shoes, boots, gear and dog; and the evening patrol to make sure not one crumb of food or drop of water is accessible overnight to the bugs. Ahhh, country life.
Awesome!
Looks like y’all have a princess dog, too.
I have never seen a better description of the nail-clipping ordeal.
Perfect! I work with miniatures so most of my stuff is oorts and I keep it in plastic shoeboxes and peanut butter jars. I kinda have a lot.
Others see a pen spring, the plastic window from an envelope, a tiny bottle that held a perfume sample.
I see a part for my Mad Scientist Lab, a frosted windowpane, and the globe for a lamp.
It’s a strange dance, isn’t it? Reading the news and having these mad swings between hope and despair.
Some wise words I saw on a t-shirt: “Youth is wasted on the young.”
If not toy, why toy-shaped?
My friend keeps goats and we get to take the fresh wisteria trimmings (among other things) over to her farm and feed them to the goats. It’s so much fun and makes the trimming seem less of a chore.
I do, too. I was raised Whiskeypalian (whenever three or four are gathered, a fifth will be in the midst of them), in what we used to call a “high church” with “smells and bells” (incense and pageantry and soloists) for big services and it was beautiful. I’m religiously unaffiliated now, but I have many good memories of church.
They’re chef pants. Problem solved!
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I’ve never heard this before. (the 'net says it’s from rip-it, rip-it) lmao
Since I’ve spent way more time ripping thread than sewing it, I’m glad to know there’s an official term.
We’ve made a house rule: nothing comes in unless something else goes out. Somehow this house became the Old Family Heirloom Storage Facility for eight or so kin-groups and it’s just too much. No More Stuff!
this is neat! ↩︎