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Going Antiquing! Well, No, I’m not. . .

There’s an antique “trail” sort of event happening today. I was going to go to one of my fave shops and add 2 more shops in between the house, there, and where I have my stuff for sale.

But I’m not. Why?

Because I refuse to battle with google docs to give me directions. I looked everything up on a computer here at home. Sent it to myself as an email. Oh, wait that won’t work, my email isn’t current on the phone. Sent it to myself as a text.

Fine. Get in the car, decide to double check that I have the directions — can’t get it to open. And can’t and can’t. Get DH involved. He is confused. I have google maps on my phone, although google doesn’t seem to think so?

So, we put the shops back in, except I can’t get them to work in the correct order. I can delete shops, but not add them back in, in the right order. So, I can go to MA then come back to NH to go back to MA to come back to NH.

Not sane.

After 10-15 minutes f’n around with this, I gave up. I don’t need to go antiquing. I don’t need more stuff. I am looking for 2 pieces, that’s all. It will all wait!

I’m going to change back into grubbies and find something really *nasty* to clean — so I can work off the end of my anger.




Unexpected Consequences or Catsequences … ?

What did I do today? Not deal with most of my list. However, the bathroom, the smallest room in the house is much cleaner, I hesitate to say it, but it IS clean.

I put vinegar/baking soda down the tub drain this morning and the tub’s plug stopped working. It had been weird and difficult for years, but it just quit.

So, I took it apart, discovered the part was indeed broken. DH had a replacement and I did my first plumbing repair. Hurrah! In the process, I cleaned the hair out of the tub’s drain, cleaned all around, put a small amount of grease on the socket/ball which is the  lever, etc.

Afterwards, I cleaned the tub, of course.

Then I looked down and although I’d cleaned the tub side of the toilet last week, I’d never finished the other side.

It rained this morning. When it precipitates and isn’t freezing, we get ants in the bathroom. I looked at the “clean” side of the toilet, and there’s an ant trail . . . Sigh. So, I cleaned BOTH sides, the back, the floor, etc. everything, with alcohol. No more ant trail for them to follow, they’ll have to start fresh. (The plan is that I will also renew the caulk around the toilet, but that hasn’t happened just yet.)

Then i tackled the sink. Now the sink, like every horizontal surface here rarely stays empty. It wasn’t. Papers, change, a bottle of glue (?), old computer disks, a book, etc. But even when it’s empty, it doesn’t stay looking nice and it has nothing to do with the HUMANS who use it to wash their hands, shave, etc.

The little cat likes “bodies” of water. The first time she decided to visit me in the tub was quite a shock. Here’s this little black kitten, trying really hard to just lap my bath water (with me in it mind) and not fall at the same time. Felt rather like I’d been visited by a lip smacking cannibal. . . .

My old cat, before someone did something awful to her (chase her with a hose I think) with water, was the only cat I’ve ever known who was completely unafraid of water. She’d sit on my chest, purring, tail dipped in my bath water, knowing she was safe because she was with the human.  After the person did whatever it was they did to traumatize her, she would come in miaowing in great distress, if I stayed in the tub too long. (I have a bad back, soaking in a hot tub works when my back goes out!)

The new little cat, who likes tub water? Well, the solution was that we put Starbucks mug on the counter and that’s her primary water bowl (although of course there’s one with her food dish in the kitchen). She prefers the mug, and  that means there’s little black paw prints, from both cats, all around the sink, almost daily.

Add the iron in the water which makes anything which was cleaned > 2 hours ago look like it has never been cleaned? and you have the reason I gave up long ago trying to make the bathroom look good. If we use it? It looks like I never clean it.

It’s the smallest room in the house, one of the easiest to clean, and I have to make myself clean it regularly, because it just makes me depressed. No matter what I do, it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a week or more. Even when that is patently NOT true.


Friday’s 5 and Backlog. . . .

Friday’s Five:

  1. Examine winter coats for flaws, etc.
  2. Clear off the dining room table again. In process.
  3. Do the last gather of flea market materials, last market is a week from tomorrow.
  4. Work on the household journal.
  5. Strip the bed and replace the down comforter under the sheets so that it can be washed sometime this week. Done Friday, forgot to note it at the time! The comforter which was pulled off still needs to be cleaned and then replaced.

Thurday’s Backlog

  • Put ice scrapers in the cars, examine and see if they need replacement?
  • Ship the box to the BIL, make up more boxes of things which should be shipped and get them sent!

Wednesday’s Backlog

  • Organize/Cull the cleaning products

Tuesday’s Backlog:

  • Get lumber stored correctly for winter, where storage is available. Sat. noon
  • Clean the quarry tile in the sunroom. Sun., forgot to note the time!

Monday’s Backlog:

  • Clear stuff from my car and run a vac through at least part of it!
  • Work on the fabric storage again: cull and neaten.
  • Move the paint as DH and I discussed.
  • Clean out the underdeck storage. Sun. 6 p.m.



Holding Pattern

I looked around this morning, trying to figure out what to do, cull or clean? I realized that many of the larger pieces of clutter are in a holding pattern: a bench, a typing table, the paper shredder, TV trays, etc.

These were displaced by some piece of work (cleaning, culling, redecorating, construction) and now have nowhere to go — and so they became bigger pieces of clutter.

It’s all well and good to cull some area, but if you have nowhere to put the culled pieces, it just moves the clutter, instead of eliminating it.

My plan is to get into the attic and see if I have room to store any of these. I also need to move the trunk which has needed to go into the attic for some time.

Yesterday I bought 4 things: a sweatshirt, a basket, a sifter, and a glass container. The sweatshirt is for DH, if he’ll use it, otherwise it’s for resale, it’s a name brand and in really good shape, but an XXL! The sifter and basket were bought for resale, the glass container I think I have a use for, if not, it will be put up for sale. I also stopped at the book bin and 5 of the books which were culled from the booth last week got donated.

This morning I pulled out the smallest of the nesting wrought iron tables in the hall. With a rug underneath it and a similar one in the hall, it makes a fine shoe rest. I really need a boot tray, but I’m unsure if they make them the right size.  With placing another of these small Ikea rugs in the entry, they’re all being used. (I’d gotten them for the stairs and needed 1-2 more . . . .)

The small wrought iron table (from the hall) joins the bench, etc. which need to be put into the attic. Obviously, that should be my next job.

I made soup for lunch and started a batch of stock, but the water burned out of the stock pan unnoticed, and at the moment the house reeks of burnt food, sigh. It isn’t frugal to throw food away, but that’s exactly what will happen to this black, charred mess. Expensive trash!

I’m off.


Wrought iron table, Danish bench, 2 TV tables, some of the extra fridge bins all into the attic!

Friday’s Five, Actually, It’s 12!

Here’s my new list of things to do today:

  1. Tidy needlework supplies and equipment.
  2. Find a new home for the puzzles (displaced when the Hoosier was sent for sale). Done 6:00 p.m.
  3. Put away summer weight coats. (It’s the first day of fall, yes?)
  4. Dust a shelf in the office.10:47 a.m.
  5. Box  yard sale items up for the last sale or put in the dump bin (to donate).11:30 a.m.

What’s left from earlier this week:

  1. Deal with mail
  2. Work on the wood piles (also on the to do list).
  3. Update grain storage: review/cull, clean containers, etc. A tiny piece of this was done as part of clearing the kitchen counter. Weds. 10 a.m.
  4. Prep for the Christmas ornaments I’m making. Finished Friday. Now all I have to do is finalize the assembly!
  5. Dust the stained glass. Done 11:40 Friday
  6. Finish the salsa started Thursday.It was finished, except a small amount needed a container. Done! Friday 11:14
  7. Work on the house notebook.





And Again. . .

The chimney people were here yesterday. We need a new connection to and chimney pipe, $xxxx money — again. Considering we heat mostly with wood, this isn’t optional,  it must get fixed, ASAP.

We figured out how we’d pay for it last night and have a few questions for the guys before we say “Do it.” But this is one disaster we sure weren’t anticipating! DH left them a message today, so we’re already in process.

My long-term lesson from this is that we need to change when we get our chimney inspected and cleaned. NOT at the end of summer, but at the beginning or middle. Much longer to recover from unforeseen issues! If it was June or the beginning of July, I wouldn’t have panicked as much as I did.

was diligent. I think I called for the appointment a month ago but they were busy with a large construction job. Just the same, next year the chimney gets inspected in MAY, not August.

Re coming up with the money, I took down my beloved 6 slot candle fixture. I love it and have since the day I found/bought it. However, a wall-mounted candle fixture is not practical in a LOG home. Especially a log home with only one place it might be safe to use it (the stairwell) and that’s impractical because, oh, it’s the wall facing the stairs and over 6′ off the ground. Soooo. . . . I’ve debated and thought about it and left it where it was, several times, until today. Today I took it to the antique shop.

Tomorrow I talk to the fellow who manages consignments for the high-end antique shop hereabouts. Assuming things go as expected, the marble/wrought iron table will go to them some time next week. (I’ve already talked to the delivery guy once, we’ll talk again the beginning of next week.)

At the antique store, I marked down (a lot!) the Hoosier. If it doesn’t sell for that price, I’m prepared to haul it to the auction house where we bought it, next Tuesday. I also took the Victrola horn I’d gotten at auction earlier this year. I fell in love with the images of pendant lights made from them, but hadn’t realized they were so BIG! Even looking at it at the auction preview didn’t really get that point across. But when we got it home? Yep, same problem as the six candle holder. Nowhere to put such a thing! (The image is from etsy, NOT mine!)

victrola horn lights from etsy

There’s one of our fave white elephants this weekend and although we’re up to our eyebrows in home improvements which require us to work like dogs to get them done ASAP, I still came up with ideas about how to sell at a flea market this weekend AND donate the unsold stuff to the white elephant.

If that doesn’t work because the home improvements take too long? We’ll go anyway, and there’s another white elephant in the town on the other side two weeks later we can donate things to! I’ve always planned that whatever unsold stuff I had left by Columbus Day would be donated, somewhere, or 90% of it anyway. I’ve already done major donations twice this summer of unsold stuff. I find things (mostly those we already own) put them in the booth for a while, mark them down if they don’t sell. If they still don’t sell? I pull some of them and just donate them to a thrift shop. Or, I pull the stuff and set it aside as flea market fodder. Then I do a flea market. If it doesn’t sell there? It’s usually donated. I pack the car so that one side of it is made up of things going to the dump’s swap shop.

Other news: the memoir is approx. 1/3 retyped and the reformatting is in process (Well, Word is winning the battle, but I’m determined!) The first third has always been my bugaboo, it’s the background, about the years of abuse. The middle section is about meeting my current husband and more healthy behavior slowly but surely becoming my norm.

Anyway, had two breakthroughs: got the first 1/3 of the memoir redone, again, and got through the first major headache in the reformatting. So, onward!



People who know/see me IRL know that things haven’t all been jolly-jolly here. To the point where I thought I would have to talk to a lawyer about divorce. The issue isn’t something I’ll talk about here, because frankly, the sordid details of my life aren’t up for public discussion.

Suffice it to say that I’ve been dealing/coping with potentially life-changing issues. Last time things got this bad, about 20 years ago, we got help. We may do that again, or may not. The last time we thought we’d acquired the skills to deal with whatever potential problems we might encounter, unfortunately, that may not have been true.

I always wondered how people who stayed together for more than 20 years could then just split? You had it beat, didn’t you? We’ve been married 37 years and together 39.

The one good thing I know that’s happened as a result of this is what I said in my post here. No matter what, I’ll weather it. I know that again. For a long time I wasn’t sure there was any of the fighter left in me to face a major change. But whatever way things work out, I’ll make it.