A Productive First Week of the New Year at Our Little House
Mary B., you’re the winner of the book drawing for “Bag Green Guilt”! Email me by Friday at fivecoat@ozarkmountains.com with your complete name and snail mail address to claim your book!
And if you all missed winning a copy of Jodi Helmer’s “The Green Year” here last year, you have a second chance to do so over at Little House on the Southern Prairie, or you can choose another of Jodi’s wonderfully green books!
My new spice drawer
On to today’s post:
So maybe the New Year isn’t good for resolutions, but I did have some goals to get the house a little more organized and was able to accomplish something in that regard this week.
I finally got the Christmas décor put away on January 1 (I know, tomorrow for Boxing Day turned into tomorrow and then tomorrow and then tomorrow….I blame the books) and I was still feeling a little closed in.
The Microbes are After us
When we moved to Our Little House 3 years ago, I almost tossed the microwave. While I didn’t know of any specific dangers from cooking with radiation, I’ve somehow always inherently known that it must not be good for us.
Maybe it was one of the first experiences I had with a microwave. I was about 12, getting ready to head with a friend to the pool for a day of sunbathing (I know now, of course, that isn’t good for us either) and boy chasing (whether that is good for us depends on the boy).
As I recall, my friend had one of the first microwaves in our neighborhood and we proceeded to blow up our hot dogs all over the new oven. I remember we were a bit delayed after cleaning it up, but I also remember thinking that anything that could make a hot dog explode in under 2 minutes couldn’t be good.
And then there was the woman who continuously called the appliance service center at the department store where I worked as a teenager. The poor lady kept telling us she could see the “microbes” escaping her oven and she needed a service man out right away. We thought at the time she was just lonely — as she always had a fresh batch of cookies for him – and insisted he sit and visit with her while there.
But, maybe the little old lady wasn’t crazy or lonely as we thought…
