Rambles

Hubby and I both have been in a sorting, organizing and cleaning frenzy.  I think it has something to do with the knowledge that spring is coming (yes, keep the faith because it really will arrive) and in the not too distant future we will be outside working on projects 24/7 . . . so we'd better get crackin' and do what we can inside now.  Our efforts mean lots of things being hauled to recycling or locations for donation or stored to be possibly sold at a later date.  There's the possibility of Internet sales, plus daughter is planning on having a big garage/rummage sale this spring.

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I did a bit of sorting in my big freezer and was reminded that I still have all those cherry tomatoes in there that I need to make into either juice or sauce . . . or something.

There are two big bags of them.  Two big grocery bags of them.  I've been ignoring them all winter, but guess they're not going to get processed unless I do it.

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Last week I was trying to cut a bad spot out of an onion, the knife slipped and put a good slash on my left index finger right alongside the nail.  (No, I don't deserve any sympathy.  I knew at the time I was doing it  that the way I was holding the knife would likely insure disaster.  Isn't it funny how we know when we're about to do something stupid, but do it anyway?)  What I learned is that I use the index finger of my non-dominant hand one heckuva lot.  I had to keep it bandaged for a while but then decided it would heal better if I let the cut get some air instead of withering away inside that often wet, oozy-goozey bandage.  As a result, do you know how many times I've hit that healing cut and broken it open?  Who knew my left index finger was so active?

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We're gonna run out of wood before the heating season is over.  Hubby says, "No, we'll make it."  I say, ""We're gonna run out of wood."  This fate is befalling us for two reasons.  First, the primarly reason is we installed and are firing a second wood stove in the living room this year.  This means we're using almost twice as much wood right there.  Secondly, Chicken Mama is heating with wood in her new little cabin home and since she moved there in January, she had no wood supply so we told her she was welcome to haul dry, seasoned wood from our shed to her place.  We did this gladly (and know she appreciates it) and wouldn't have had it any other way.  Besides, we know (hee-hee, there's a method to our madness) she'll pitch in to help fill our two sheds with wood this summer.  (Believe me, that girl knows how to handle a chainsaw and will do her part.)  We have oodles of wood stacked in our back wood working area.  Although it's in 8' lengths and still needs to be cut, split and stacked under cover, it's not like we have no wood available.  And who knows?  Maybe Papa Pea is right and the supply left in the shed will get us through to warm weather.

Yeah, here's to warm weather!