Warning: All photos in this post were taken with my little cell phone. There will be blurriness. And poor lighting.
But!
There is the replacement of the drive belt in our dryer, so it will all be worth it! (Well, to me and mine, at least.)
Anyway – this was not really difficult at all. I did it solo, so you probably can, too. If you haven’t already.
Shall we?
“What the heck are you doing to my playground?”
Yesterday I needed to MOVE stuff.
I go through periods of LOVING the kitchen, loving food, loving experimenting with cooking and baking, and writing about it and photographing it…
And then I hate it.
Okay, not hate. That’s too strong a word. But I get burnt out a bit and need to do something ELSE.
My name is Scratchy, and I will be no help at all in this story.
At some point within the past year, our dishwasher started leaking.
Neither Bill nor I have plumbing or electrical skillz, really, besides knowing how to shut off breaker switches and press "play" on the stereo or "start" on the stove.
Okay, we're not that useless, but still, we're not pros.
And the bad thing about that is that pros generally cost money.
Money we'd rather spend on cooler things like pressure canners or skiis.
And I said, months and months ago, that I'd rather just hand wash the dishes than pay someone gobs of money to fix the thing! Besides, maybe I could figure out how to fix it myself!
And time has gone on and on and on and on...and I'm finally sick of washing the dishes - all the dishes - by hand.
I know, it's not all THAT exciting. Unless you're us. Unless you live in this house. The handle of our old kitchen sink faucet broke some time ago - back at the beginning of the summer, maybe, or late spring, right when we were gearing up for our big PAINT THE HOUSE extravaganza. So we… Continue reading New Faucet
As you may (or may not) remember, a big part of our summer was spent scraping, sanding, repairing, shingling, and (finally) painting our house and garage.
Actually, we’re still not done. The project took much longer than we naively anticipated. Maybe we should have known better.
We grew a LOT of dill this year.
I'm not even that nuts about it, really. It's Bill who loves dill. (Sorry, couldn't resist the rhyme.)
Well, one day recently (I've lost track of time) I decided to pick a bunch of dill and make a compound butter with it, as a way of preserving it.
Well, besides working on the house, of course.
First, there's this:
What is that?
That's (under the branches - that pale thing) a small tree stump. The tree stump from our cherry tree.
But not like when we were first dating.
These are different.
(Mom, you might not like these pictures.)
Happy 4th, everyone!
Well, working on the house continues. The sprayer we bought is well worth the money spent in terms of time saved and sanity retained. Here's the status update, for any of you interested...
