I’ve always been a fan of small. I prefer small fruit, small spaces, small plates. Plus, I’ve always loved houses-to-go—like little trailers. But this takes the cake! Imagine hooking this baby up to my VW and heading out West to see the Grand Canyon? After a day of hiking, I could come back to home-sweet-home. Plus, best of all, a sleeping loft!! Love, love, love.
I spent this weekend working on random house projects. One thing led to another, which led to another and so on.
- Tracked down source of the bad smell (which ended up being rotten food stuck deep inside the Kong) and cleaned out the refrigerator. Tossed old jar of sundried tomatoes, kept expired (but still unopened) bottle of pepperoncini, finally scrubbed away the maple syrup that’s been on that top shelf for, like, ever.
- Opened windows, broke window; fixed stuck bedroom window (after consultation with neigbor who–though he lifts weights–also couldn’t open stuck window. Used two pieces of 2×4 as levers and..presto!)
- Re-attached garden hose and turned on the spigot. Which still seems to work, though there is some leakage.
- Figured out how to load staple gun. Loaded it.
- Re-stapled bowed and bent chicken wire around the garden. No more Daisy hangout.
- Set up old picnic bench. Need to paint a nice shade of celadon or apple green.
- Took out Weber grill. Decided backyard was beginning to look like a yardsale. Stored grill back in garage.
- Weeded front flower bed. Took chicken bone out of Daisy’s mouth.
- Made black bean soup and added vegetarian chipotle sausage to it. Burned mouth.
We often don’t know how far we’re willing to go for someone we love. But then one day you find yourself with a dog who has food allergies and the next thing you know, you’re boiling a $27 lamb loin for her supper while you eat rice and beans for yours.
I’m a vegetarian cook for lots of reasons, but the top reason is that I can’t stand to touch raw flesh. So last night I had to grin and bear it as I cleaned the loin and put it in the pot. After an hour, I pulled it from its vat of fat, let it cool, and sliced it into small chunks for my girl. Interesting how her grass-eating and vomiting seemed to cease while she waited attentively at my feet for her supper. I left the windows open to air out the smell of greasy butchering and looked fondly at her small green bag of California Natural kibble. The vet has put her on three days of home-cooked lamb and potatoes, then we’ll slowly re-introduce her dry food.
Until then, it’s lamb, baby, lamb.
I love my little house here in upstate New York, but I’ll always be a Vermonter at heart. And here‘s just another reason to feel proud of my home state–it’s involved in a “watershed moment” in history! I love it.
Oye. Where to start? It’s been quiet on the northern Housegirrl front these days because so many other things (like shoveling, running the dog, teaching, etc.) have kind of taken over. Clearly I’ve fallen behind in my regularly scheduled blogging posts and my readers have been complaining. So, Mom, this one’s for you!
As you may recall, I’d been dealing with a backed up house trap and even though I switched to Scott’s TP (hasta luego oh so soft Cottonnelle) and had Apex sewer guy out to snake the line, I was feeling less than confident that the problem was resolved. So I called the neighborhood sewerline replacmeent Dude (who actually does look a lot like The Dude) and he paid me a consulting visit. We poked, we prodded, we talked, and we admired his photographs of badly clogged lines. And in the end, we decided that the next step prior to full sewerline replacement was to camera my line to see what was what.
And because I’m a girl of action, that’s what I did. Watching the black and white live footage of the camera in my sewerlines was fascinating. It was probably also great preparation and practice for having a colonoscopy someday. Charmant. It turns out that roots are the culprit, but they weren’t so invasive as to require complete replacement. I mean, if I wanted to do the job right, I would put in a new sewer line (and water line while I’m at it).
But c’mon. This is me you’re dealing with. When do I do things the “right” way?
My new best friend is Jason from AA Sewers and Drain. And not just because I love his tag line (“Our business is going down your drain”) but because he’s all about a maintenance plan instead of a whole-hog replacement plan. So, once a year (at least) I’ll give him a call and he’ll come snake my line. The sound you hear is my whoops of joy as I do my happy dance.
Not having to spend $5000 that I didn’t have?
Now I can get back to saving for my 2010 Mexican yoga retreat and splurging on organic avocados. You know, the important things in life.