**Spidey **- the lumber is pressure treated, and it’ll sit on bricks to keep it above the dirt. We’ve been to this rodeo before - we know how it goes.
Laundry is mostly in. FCD’s jeans are still out. I always check the crotch since that’s where the seams are heaviest and always out of the sun - if that’s dry, the jeans are dry. Except not. The waistband and pockets - the parts in the sun, no less - were slightly damp. So the jeans are on hangers hanging on the eyebolts that hold the lines. I figure in another hour, they should be dry - it’s pretty hot out there, and not very humid.
Meanwhile, after the roasts were in the smoker for 90 minutes, I put the chops in. They’ll get about 90 minutes themselves, then after they cool down, all but 2 will go in the freezer. I’m thinking one of the roasts will become pulled pork and the other will be frozen. But for now, I’ve got time to be a slug.
Howdy Y’all! Another day of irk survived! ‘Twas a busy day and I was in and out of the heat a lot so I’s hawt and tahrd! Dindin shall be sammiches and chips cause cook mode ain’t happenin’.
MetalMouse thanks. Happy OCD sounds like something we should wish doggio.
I think the next time I shall apply smoke to meat will be Labor Day weekend. Ribs are needed for Labor Day weekend. I already have some St. Louis style ribs in da freezer and am awaitin’ a deal on some baby back ribs.
Years ago I had friends who lived back in the woods. Beautiful house, all redwood and glass, stream running through the front yard.
She had cats and when they broke up she took her cats with her. No cats around so he got mice, and with the mice came the snakes.
You had to walk under a canopy of trees to get to the front door and the trees were just dripping with snakes. Every now and then one would fall out and land on the path.
If one had ever landed on me you probably would have heard my screams coast to coast.
I hated the walk from the car to the house.
Every tree in da yahd is infested with snakes! I just know they are. Snakes slitherin’ all in the trees ready to jump down on me. I think I need a cast iron umbrella. :eek:
When I was a girl all we did for recreation was go fishing. I can’t count the times Daddy would get the boat in the bushes and snakes would fall into the boat. He couldn’t fish in a clear open spot. Once we were at a pond fishing from the bank and he wanted to move to the other side through the woods. I stepped on a snake and remember looking down and it was looking back up at me with its mouth open. I screamed and jumped. Daddy saw it and said “damn, that’s a cottonmouth”. It’s a miracle I survived childhood.
Home from a day of irk that almost felt like a waste of time. Not sure why, except maybe heat, but productivity was low and crankiness was high. For bonus points, the foot I whammed over a month ago is hurting (with no new damage).
Dinner will probably be bagged salad with cut-up grilled chicken breast, assuming the chicken is still edible.
Nice to know I’m not the only ophidiophobe around.
One time when Oldest Sister was living at Southern Grandma’s old house, I saw a four-foot long blacksnake crawl out of a hole in the crawlspace under the back porch. My dad wouldn’t let Oldest Sister kill it because blacksnakes eat mice.
As long as they’re not poisonous, snakes are cool.
Supper was OK - the smoked chops were good, but the corn wasn’t as fresh as the Amish corn. So now I know where not to get it.
We got a nice bit of rain, and now it’s cooling down a bit. Tomorrow, we’re going out for breakfast, then to get some kind of cleaner/degreaser so **FCD **can finish painting. I was going to mow, but I’ll do that Saturday morning.
I’d rather have a snake jump out of a tree on me than an elephant. Fact: Elephants paint their toenails red so they can hide in apple trees to jump on you.
