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Archives for July 2019
‘Meal’ Train
I forgot to write a post last night. It wasn’t a notable day. We’ve been dealing with lice at school, but that’s a sad story I don’t want to talk about. ( Instead, I’ll tell you about a meal.
One of our teachers had a baby by unexpected C-section, and her sister set up a meal train. I went ahead and signed up, with a note to the family to ‘not get your expectations up’. I did the best that a non-cook like myself can do: I warmed up a pre-sliced ham, made a box of scalloped potatoes, baked biscuits from a can and brought along a can each of corn, peas and beans. I had to cook it all at work, so people walking by complimented me on the delicious smells. I just smiled and showed them the box and the can.
Anyway, it was all mostly hot at the same time, and I drove it over in the toaster. The baby is cute, the mom is recovering nicely, and the husband seemed to be glad that there was food. See? It’s not a great story.
Divided comfort
I’ve been thinking about hammock camping a lot. That’s not really relevant to this story without boring you a whole bunch about hammock camping. I can sense that you don’t care. Let’s just talk about chopping a blanket in half.
I may have posted before about the giant fleece/fake sheepskin blanket my Mom gave me a while back. For the past couple of winters, it has shrouded Lloyd and Ralph in warm coziness as they pass time in front of the television. I am left to fend for myself with down throws. Well, no more.
With only a small amount of hesitation…..
Ralph didn’t seem to mind. He got super-cozy until I got out the sewing machine.
I learned some things about a zig-zag stitch, but I can sense, once again, that it is too much information that does not interest you. Let’s just say that I nailed the stitch after messing it up royally for a while. Well, ‘nailed’ might be reaching….
Despite my lack of skill or craftsmanship, that blanket is definitely in two parts now. There is no denying that fact.
Now my winter t.v. watching will be equally cozy, and Ralph might even pick me to be his napping buddy. Oh, and I also need to dig up the hammock……
It just keeps getting better and better.
Since The Situation happened in the spring, Lloyd and I have been keeping most of our clothes in the basement. It’s just easier to wash, dry and hang them up there. On Sunday, Lloyd made a trip to his actual closet to get his church clothes and said, “It smells weird in there.” Sure enough, it did. He opened the little door to a section of the attic (not photographed) and it smelled like Death. Specifically, like the dead bat in there. (Not photographed.) Bleh.
(The bat guy took out the vents this past week, so I guess that was an effective move. Trapped bats die.)
My brave farm boy removed the bat, then we opened the windows to vent out the gross air. We also bought some charcoal and spread it all over to absorb the stench. As of now (6 p.m.), everything is fine.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Angry cartoons work
It seems that common sense is not as common as it should be. We had several weeks where the milk was going bad before it’s ‘sell by’ date. I think there were lots of little things that were against it: maybe the truck? Maybe the cooler? Most likely people not checking the dates and then leaving milk out too long? I wrote some professionally-worded notes that went unheeded, so I went a more direct route…..
It seemed to get some attention. Now, we rotate the milk, check the dates, and only have it out when it needs to be used.
Clarifying a small situation
We have ‘sherbert’ quite often during the summer. I don’t serve it if they say it wrong. 😉