I want to keep blogging during this busy, unorganized, harried and harassed time if only for my own records. It kind of keeps me going to think that next summer I will reread the blogs written during this non-gardening/remodeling summer and smile knowing how good I feel that it is . . . over!
But I'm afraid anything I have to put into a post will be of no interest to anyone else. It will sound about as interesting as reading my grocery list.
Okay, you have been forewarned. Feel free to X me out and skip on to someone else's blog to be entertained, educated and enthralled. Following is what has been going on around here lately.
My desk top has disappeared. I know there are at least a couple of bills in the mess somewhere and if I have any sense left, I'd better spend an hour or so sorting, cleaning and organizing said desk top.
There are raspberries and blueberries out in the garden to be picked. Again. Fortunately, they are both so easy to process compared to strawberries.
Papa Pea and I just went out and harvested a little over two quarts of blueberries. Pick them clean, spread them in a single layer on cookie sheets, stick in the freezer until frozen and pack them in freezer bags. Deal with them at a later date. Of course, eat as many fresh as we can. Yum.
I've just finished repainting the pantry walls. Took down all the shelves, brackets and tracks and covered up that awful not-beige-but-sickly-pink paint. We're both extremely happy with the new sunshine yellow color. Friend and carpenter B says it's gawd-awful bright and we're not really serious about using the same color in the kitchen, are we? Yup. Yesterday I slapped some of the paint on a couple of spots in the kitchen just to see what it would look like. I love it. We shall have a sunny kitchen regardless of how many dismal, dark, dreary weather days may come our way in the future.
I have lots and lots and lots of polyurethaning to do and will do as much of it as I possibly can outside in the fresh air. This may be difficult to accomplish with, for instance, the door frame of the pantry, but when it is possible, I will be standing with brush in hand at my polyurethaning station outside in the fresh air.
Today I need to pack more books away. Because that particular bookshelf over that particular window needs to have the window framing and paneling around it torn off because new kitchen cabinets are going there. We are fast running out of places to stow boxes of books and construction supplies that will be needed in the next couple of weeks. I also have a (new-to-me) treadle sewing machine currently sitting in what will be our living room. It's a beautiful Singer dating from the early 1900s that someone recently wanted to get rid of and offered to me. I could not resist.
I managed to get my cherry pie baked yesterday. It boiled over and dripped onto the bottom of my oven and filled the house with smoke. (We were outside at the time of this calamity chatting with folks who had parked their trailer in our back yard overnight. They arrived to pick it up yesterday morning and when we came back inside, we could hardly see for the smoke roiling out of the oven.) Pie came out fine. Floor of oven may never be the same. Papa Pea and I had a little "discussion" about why I don't put a cookie sheet or aluminum foil or something under pies so this doesn't happen. With regularity. It seems. To him at least.
I wanted to make a special trip into town to the post office before the 7:20 a.m. outgoing pick up this morning because I stupidly neglected to get the birthday card for my brother in the mail earlier. His birthday is on Sunday so he probably still wouldn't have gotten the card until Monday. Sigh. Makes me mad when I don't do things in a timely manner. I was in town last Wednesday and could have mailed it then so it would have arrived on time. I mean his birthday is on the same day every year. It's not like it was a surprise this year. You'll note I said, "I wanted to make a special trip into town . . . " We didn't set an alarm last night because we were both so tired. At 5 this morning, I got up seeking bladder relief and almost stayed up . . . but didn't. We didn't wake until just before 8! Oh. My. Gosh. And ugh. Feel a little behind already today, Mama Pea?
Got a lovely 6-page handwritten letter via snail mail yesterday. From a delightful gal who is busier than a one-armed paper hanger and yet she enjoys sitting down and penning a handwritten letter. (And, no, she herself is not old and computerless. She is quite computer savvy and blogs regularly.) Do you know what a treat it is for me to receive these communications from her? What is it about receiving a personal letter in the mail that seems so special?
Vanilla ice cream
Okay, that's my grocery list post. Bo-ring. Anybody still here??
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