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I’m finding time to get on here to blather about my world and welcome to it
about once a week now, usually when things are winding down on Sunday evening.
Apart from the day job, I devoted most of this past week to home renovation —
both here and at my late brother’s place in Winston-Salem — with the
merest smidgen of writing and geocaching thrown in. Here at home, I got the
stairway banisters painted, the kitchen trim touched up, and the outdoors
neatened up a bit. Tuesday after work and on Saturday during the day, Ms. B.
and I spent a passel o’ time putting what I hope are the finishing
touches on Phred’s property before listing it for sale.
Last night, we got together with our once-regular Supper Club group — friends Terry, Beth, Joe,
and Suzy — for the first official Supper Club event since
the pandemic began. Beth prepared a feast for us at their place, and the
wine flowed perhaps a little too freely. This, at least, did make for a nice
break in the all-but-nonstop work schedule this week.
Brugger and I knew we’d have to replace the range here in the
not-too-distant future, but we were hoping to hold off on it for a bit.
However, Friday evening, I was cooking up some dead bird in the oven, and
when I opened the door to check it, I realized things appeared a bit
brighter than usual in there. That’s because the heating element was on
fire. Happily, I managed to save the chicken wings and finish cooking them
in the skillet. They turned out grand. But the burned-out oven meant going
ahead and getting a new range. It was supposed to arrive this afternoon,
so first thing after getting out of bed this morning, I headed over to
High Point to snag a handful of caches. That done, I entertained
thoughts of picking up a couple of more in nearby Thomasville, but
I was getting hungry, so I opted to come on home. Good thing I did because
I had just arrived back here when the guys from
Lowe’s called
to let me know they were on their way with the new range. It’s a right
nice range, and I managed to operate it this evening without starting any
fires. I had been needing to re-season my cast-iron skillet, so I managed
to get that done as well.
Brugger came round this afternoon, just after the range arrived, to
further the home renovation cause. That lasted well into the evening, so
we ordered dinner from
Grand China and watched a few episodes of M*A*S*H. I would have said that was
a pleasant, fitting end for things, but once Brugger got home, she
discovered she has what is likely a septic tank problem. A pretty ugly
one, at that. Ick and double ick.
Anyhoo, coming up this week...another rugged-ass week. May the lord bless
and keep you and all that.
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The nice natural area behind my brother’s place, now much nicer
after a devoted effort clearing out scrub and such |
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Phred’s patio area, which had been almost completely overgrown, now
cleared and ready for some as-yet-unknown someone to enjoy hanging out and drinking wine |
