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Shed emptied…almost.
Now that the riding mower and many other pieces of gas-powered lawn equipment have gone to a new home, I have room enough in the shed to store The Curmudgeon’s cart for the winter and all my yard stuff.
I still have broken tools and other items I need to toss out to finish cleaning out the shed and getting it organized. I look forward to the spring when I can go into the shed and actually find the tool that I’m looking for.
Snow and rain all day. So glad it didn’t stop A from taking all the equipment.
You all have a good one!
In Texas in 1995 to bury Dad
4/8/1915-11/27/1995
When Dad died we had to scramble for plane tickets at this time of year to make it to Texas in time for his funeral. (We also had to pay a huge premium price for them even though we were ‘bereaved’.) Fortunately, my Mother insisted the funeral wait until those of us who lived far away had a chance to get there. Damned shame my sister wasn’t as kind when Mother died.
What to order?
It’s true I have often complained of having to go grocery shopping. I can’t help it, even with my scanty lists I still hate going.
One thing that helps me not have to go grocery shopping as often is that we have our meats supplied by a food service company. They take our order every six months and then deliver and load the order in our freezer.
We’ve used them for years and love them. They have come in very handy as The Curmudgeon’s health gets worse.
He also enjoys that he gets to help choose the meats and other frozen items he’d like us to have over the next six months. He used to do most of our grocery shopping when he was able to.
Anyway, why did I bring that up? Because I am in the process of working out our order for when our salesman arrives on Tuesday.
The pups mani-pedi spa day
Both dogs had pedicures yesterday. Neither one is happy with me. It is so much easier to trim Lucy’s nails than it is Gavin’s.
Gavin has gnarly, crooked and thick, hard to keep up with nails and hard warts on his pads. He’s also not the most cooperative dog when it comes to a nail trim.
This time I recruited The Curmudgeon and had him sit on the couch with Gavin keeping his attention and helping to hold him still while I used the Dremel Tool on the nails and pad warts.
It took me almost twenty minutes to get Gavin done. Never a dull moment around here either. He was okay but afterwards the old boy showed us some of the old hellion he once was insisting he deserved more than one cookie. Hucklebutts, bows, and silliness went on for a little while.
Lucy with her normal nails took me all of five minutes.
I habs gnarly nails. Momma sez so.
Let’s do away with Black Friday
Yesterday was the one day a year you will never find me out shopping. In fact, I refuse to drive anywhere because of all the lunatics out on the roads.
Black Friday, the once a year trample everyone, rip things out of their hands, gimme that, greediest day of the year. Shame on retailers for perpetuating this. Shame on people for going along with it.
Why not dedicate the day after Thanksgiving to giving to the less fortunate? Instead of going hog-wild greedy in retail stores go donate food to a food bank, make this the day you take all those old clothes to the local men and women’s shelters.
In what I hope will be our new yearly tradition, I spent the day going through our clothes and loading bags to take to the local shelters next week.
If you don’t have old clothes or spare money, donate your time and go read to kids in the hospitals. Help out in a soup kitchen. There are tons of things you can do instead of dancing the greedy dance at the malls.
Tell the retailers to stick it and do something good with your time and money. Teach your kids that there is more to life than gimme. Have them sort through their old toys for some to donate to women’s shelters, homeless shelters, and those with less than they have.
You all claim that you are good people but what have you really done for your fellow-man lately? Sometimes it’s as simple as making sure someone less fortunate has a warm coat, gloves, or a hat for the winter.
You all have a good one.
Even little Lucy has a hoodie to keep her warm.
We had a nice Thanksgiving
The Curmudgeon prefers chicken to turkey therefore I made a roasted chicken. My special garlic rosemary one. It turned out tender and delicious, just the way he loves it.
Since it is only the two of us, we don’t fuss too much with ‘all the trimmings.’ For example I use Stove Top stuffing and I buy a pumpkin pie rather than bake one. I did make an orange cranberry bread though and the gravy is also made from the pan drippings just like Gramma taught me.
A side dish of collard greens finished off the meal with a lovely balance.
For those of you in the States, I hope you had a good holiday and I hope today is nice as well.
For those of you everywhere else, have a good one!
This is where Lucy spent the evening.
How the stores add to the high stress of having to shop during the holidays.
I hate shopping. Yes, I’ve said that many times but it bears repeating.
I had to make a ‘quick’ grocery store run for The Curmudgeon yesterday. I say quick with tongue in cheek. This time of year there is no such thing as quick.
It might have gone faster if:
a. The store didn’t have all those extra displays blocking the aisles.
b. The clerks were not moving slower than a snail’s ass.
c. People actually tried to not block the aisles while they catch up on old times with long-lost friends.
And finally
d. Idiots who only shop once a year would refrain from doing that.
Nothing like taking almost an hour to pick up a couple of items…
You all have a good one.
I do believe it is wine o’clock.
I think it’s done
I spent the entire afternoon yesterday clearing the last of the leaves from the yard. Exhaustion doesn’t cover it. Had to be done since rain is in the forecast. I’d rather move light, dry, and fluffy leaves than have to mess with wet ones.
After I rolled up the cord for the leaf blower and put everything away. I went inside, grabbed a tall bottle of lavender mint water, downed that in a few seconds, took the dogs out, fed them, and then served our dinner. Yes, that was one sentence, just to let you know how it felt.
Not much cooking. I had a lovely beef roast, carrots, and potatoes in the crock pot. All I had to do was make the gravy.
I love my crock pot.
You all have a good one!
Yeah, it’s that time. A chocolate martini for me tonight.
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