I posted on our Living Large Facebook page yesterday that we were looking into buying a new air conditioning unit for Our Little House.
One of our community there wrote: “You don’t need air!”
She thought we are in Canada.
Nope. We do need air to survive these dreadfully hot and humid southern summers.
It’s hard to believe it is March 20 and we’re already thinking about air conditioning. There’s been a couple of days when I’ve thought about turning it on.
The Belle Writers Studio in the early morning mist
I started making my list for spring cleaning yesterday.
After all, when it feels like summer outside, I feel like I’m running behind.
Dale actually began the spring cleaning two weeks ago. I was working one weekend day, so I took the dogs over to The Belle Writer’s Studio so he could pull out the stove and fridge and vacuum the top of the cabinets.
He also came home from work the other day and cleaned the ceiling fans, as it was hot and we needed them.
My list is still pretty long:
I posted on Living Large’s Facebook page on Sunday morning that Dale didn’t pick up the remote on Sunday morning and instead, kept the house nice and quiet while we both read.
While I do not like the television blaring 24/7, I’m not anti-TV. I think there are some good educational, as well as entertaining programs.
Not many, but Dale and I have favorites we watch together.
Sometimes, if I’m paying attention, I can learn from the entertaining shows too.
Take “Criminal Minds,” for example.
We watched an episode last week we had DVR’d (as we do most programs to be able to fast forward through the ads) and two of my favorite actors, Kathy Baker, who starred in the 1990s series “Picket Fences” and William Russ, who played in the 1980s series, “Wiseguy.”
The two played (bad) parents trying to appease their son who was paralyzed in a car accident.
Little did I know, Kathy Baker would be opening up a cooking mystery that has boggled my mind for a couple of years.
The week began stressful here at Our Little House, no doubt.
On Tuesday, after a couple of hours sleep – thanks to Molly having a bad night and Chloe fighting the E-collar (those big cone head collars dogs have to wear to keep them from chewing stitches or pulling out drains) – I made a pot of coffee and headed to The Belle Writer’s Studio.
At noon, I put my computer to sleep, headed home for lunch and while there, popped a roast in the crockpot for dinner.
I could almost taste the tender pork that we could also have the following night in burritos.
When I came dragging home after completing an assignment at about 6:30, all the while believing all I needed to do for a delicious meal was pop some rolls in the oven, Dale said, “You know, the lid wasn’t on the crockpot when I came home.”
That meant the roast had not been cooking on schedule for most of the day.
I’d like to blame the stress and lack of sleep on this “Duh” moment, but the truth is that I’ve been having these types of moments with more frequency.
Chloe was pulled from the shelter by Half-Way Home Rescue
I wouldn’t have made a good nurse. Or doctor, or phlebotomist. I wouldn’t have even made a good vet tech.
I get queasy at the sight of blood. I hyperventilate and sometimes, depending on the situation, I get physically ill.
When I was a teenager, I somehow managed to cut a small piece of the tip of my finger off with scissors.
“Go run it under cold water,” my mom said, helping me hold a towel to the wound.
The feel of the cold water as it hit my hand and the red washing down the sink was the last thing I remember before waking up on the kitchen floor.
We had yet another medical emergency at our house yesterday, the worst of them all to date.
I don’t know whether to consider March in like a lion or a lamb.
Today, officially March 1 is beautiful and sunny, with a high expected of around 70 degrees.
If it weren’t for Leap Year, yesterday would have been March 1 and if that had happened, definitely in like a Lion.
Most of you probably have heard, – or may have even been affected by – the storms that began Tuesday as a huge snowstorm elsewhere, but as the storm headed south and hit warmer air, it really turned deadly, hitting 9 states with severe storms and tornadoes.
Living in the city most of our lives, we didn’t really think too much about the water and sewer at our house, unless the government’s fee for them went up.
Here, we don’t get a monthly reminder of our water or sewer, it’s all our responsibility out here.
The septic tank is not something we like to think about, but when you live in the country, it’s necessary in order to keep from having a disaster.
We built Our Little House nearly 9 years ago now and The Belle Writer’s Studio was built nearly 4 years ago (time flies!)
We’ve never had the septic tank pumped, but Dale and I talked about it this past weekend. Not pleasant conversation but necessary.
Our Little House covered in 12+ inches of snow
It’s been a long winter.
Not a long, cold winter, but just a long winter.
I’m not complaining about the lack of cold, snowy and icy
weather, but I think a warm gorgeous winter can seem like a long one.
Why, you ask?
