It's true, not much has been going on to report or make for blog fodder. But that's a good thing because it means nothing has stopped working or fallen apart.
I've been out of pie crusts for a while so yesterday I spent some quality time with an audio book at the kitchen counter making up a big batch of crusts for the freezer.
Then as long as my head and hands were in a pie mode, I made a custard pie. (Does anything say old-fashioned, down-home goodness like a custard pie? A custard pie and to-die-for hash made with leftover roast beef always make me think of my grandma.) The top of my pie got a smidge bit more browned than I would have liked, but it will still be edible.
I've been in a cleaning mood lately (which is always a good thing) so next I started in on our bedroom.
My closet was the scariest so I dove in there first. Only got as far as the top shelf. (How could so much stuff have been stashed up there on that not-very-wide shelf?)
When I had all that clattertrap spread out on the bed, I tore into the bookcase which held more stuff that didn't really belong there.
As you can readily see, the arrangement in the bookcase is far from done. In the meantime, I've created a mess on one end of the kitchen table. (Fortunately we have a big kitchen table now. Otherwise, no meals would be served there in the foreseeable future.)
I've had a bad habit of tossing things I didn't know what to do with into miscellaneous baskets and boxes and stuffing them in said bookcase. These all need to be gone through . . . and the contents dealt with.
I did manage to get the surface of our bed cleared so we had somewhere to sleep last night. But that doesn't mean I've come close to finishing with the cleaning and reorganization of the bedroom and its contents. A couple more double shot lattes this morning and I might be tough enough to get back at it.