Work Wednesday—Finally Finished


Well, no one prepping is ever really “finished,” but our food prep is done. For now.

As I was going through the grocery ads today, I realized that there does indeed come a stopping point, and we’ve reached it. For instance, there’s a big ten items for ten dollars sale this week, and there is not a single thing in the ad that I actually need.

Soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deodorant? Check.

Pasta, noodles, mac n cheese? Check.

Canned goods? Check.

Peanut butter? Check.

All the long-term food storage has been covered. Yes, of course we rotate, but with a good six months’ supply laid up, we’re back to buying what we need each week.

Next up, the non-food items:

Generators

Antenna for our base station CB

Fencing material

And of course, the rest of the remodel. Having had a break of a couple weeks, I’m not too anxious to get back to skim-coating!

But I do like to finish a project before starting the next.

I have, however, designed the kitchen. Let’s call it “Round One.”

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Work Wednesday—We Did Nothing!


Nope, sorry, move along. Nothing to report this week—it was a holiday weekend after all, and so we took a break, finally.

However, my husband tried to work on the ceiling and he did do a little paint-scraping, thanks to my sloppiness. But we did have friends over for a barbeque on Sunday and he got in a little fishing while I practiced my paddling skills.

Not very well, I’m afraid. Ran into a few trees along on the shoreline. Nothing like taking a shower and finding tiny sticks in your hair, but not quite realizing, for a split second, that they’re ONLY sticks!

And, on Sunday evening, we went to the local rodeo:

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It. Was. Awesome.

But I’m tellin’ ya, rodeo sure has changed. Back in the day, no self-respecting cowgirl would have put glitter on her horse’s butt, and certainly no cowboy would be seen posting in his saddle while riding a horse with a partially braided tail. Or a fully braided tail.

Good grief.

In other news, I’m wondering if I’m too old to go back to barrel racing . . .