Who’s That Knocking at My Door?

16 Oct

I was sitting here at the computer thing morning when I heard a thumping and banging outside the porch. I could see a large, dark wing, and at first I thought perhaps a hawk had gotten tangled up in the bushes. They often come sailing after a squirrel and miss the mark. Nope. When I peered around the corner I could see a youngish Great Blue Heron pecking at the sliding glass door, but he flew away before The Squire could come take a look.

A few moments later, the bird was back, banging away at the glass. We tried to get a photo, but by the time we’d moved the lace curtain, and tried to shoot through the living room window and the porch door the bird had decided not to cooperate.

Later, the Squire looked out and caught the silly thing banging on the van window! The only thing we can think is that the Heron was attacking his reflection, thinking it was another male.

Just a normal bit of crazy to start the day!

Another City Slicker?

9 Oct

When The Squire went out this morning to collect the mail, the woman who had just moved into the house next door approached him with something brown in her hand.

“Can I ask you a question? Do you know what these are?” She opened her fist to show him four or five acorns.

He told her what they were, and assured her they were not good to eat. “Squirrels like them, and most livestock will gobble them down, but they really aren’t good for humans.”

“Oh? Well, where did they come from? They’re everywhere all of a sudden.”

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He had to explain that they were called acorns, and were basically “oak seeds”. “Just leave them. The squirrels and the deer will eat them.”

“We have deer? Are they dangerous?”

Back in 2015 I posted about a woman who was terrified of the frogs in her yard, and was afraid they would bite her. Apparently, this gal is her sister, in spirit, if not in body. She’s going to need help!

I Should’a Stood in Bed

5 Oct

I zipped over to the local market this morning to pick up a couple things Aldi’s doesn’t carry.

The trip was not a success. First, I fixed myself a cup of coffee and managed to stick my finger in it when I slid it into the insulating cuff. There are no complaints about the coffee not being hot enough, but I now have a burnt pinky. Redner’s no longer carries the egg and onion matzo we like, and either Redner’s or General Foods have discontinued the Hazelnut cappuccino that is my default after the Orange Café went the way of all flesh. The clerk said she would “look into it”.

I spilled my coffee – twice. Once all over my hand, and then on the floor. Fortunately I was able to grab a cart wipe to clean up both messes.

It’s not yet noon, and I’m going to stay put.

Another Fine Mess

4 Oct

We have long semi-joked that our next house will not have a single florescent light. After the bathroom light refused to go on for several days The Squire decided he’d Had Enough and we sallied off to Lowe’s after church yesterday, where we purchased three flush-mount ceiling lights (one for the bathroom and two for the kitchen) and two packages of “hard” ceiling tile to replace the fiberglass ones we had.

Next step was to remove all of the tile in the bathroom, and all I can say it’ll be a wonder we don’t both come down with Hanta Virus. Taking down the tile was one thing. Putting up the new stuff was an entirely different kettle of fish. Getting those little hummers in place was next to impossible. The old fiberglass tiles bent, but the new ones do not. We shall draw a curtain over what transpired during that phase of the job.

Lowe’s light

Next came installing the ceiling lamp. It didn’t look too complicated, but the first time we turned on the light, we blew a fuse. Yes, a fuse. This house was, to quote The Squire, not so much built as it was accumulated, and the oldest parts of the house still have fuses. Not, I might add, installed according to code, either; the box in the bathroom is upside down. Anyway, the first fuse got stuck in the box, and we had to get a pair of pliers to remove it. After we blew a second fuse we decided to get in touch with our grandson, who is an electrician. You know the expression, “Better call Saul”? This was a case of “Better call Matt”.

He came down this morning and had to admit he’d never seen anything like this contraption we had. He actually had to go online to find out how to hook it up. Hint: it wasn’t the way you’d expect. We paid him with a loaf of homemade onion-dill bread and a load of firewood.

The Squire spent the rest of the day cutting and installing the new ceiling tile, and I must admit it looks lovely, and the new light is much, much brighter than the old one.

And, it comes one every time you flip the switch!

Don’t Tell Anybody!

26 Sep

It seems as if any time I find a product I really, really like, the manufacturer discontinues it. Certain soups, candy bars (OK, I honestly don’t need candy, but still. . .) you name it. And now, General Foods has all but discontinued my favorite coffee.

I have enjoyed Orange Cappuccino since before I left Blue Cross in 1983. I even introduced my Mum to it, and she enjoyed it, although she claimed it was too expensive at $2.59 a can. (See my post on August 15, 2018) I’m really glad she didn’t live to see what it sells for today.

The Squire bought me 40 cans some time back, and I have nursed them along, limiting myself to a cup a day. Alas, I am down to two cans, so I went to the Wal-Mart website to order another batch. They still carry it, but they now want $44.99 for SIX cans, plus nearly $8 for shipping.

That, my friends, comes to over $8.00 a can! My Mum would keel over in a dead faint. Actually, I did pretty much the same thing, myself.

No explanation as to why this coffee is suddenly more than twice the price of any of the other flavors. The Squire is more than willing to buy it for me, but I can settle for Hazelnut. Some of the other coffees are so sickening sweet thet make my dentures ache, so Hazelnut it is.

Still I wouldn’t object to find a few cans of Orange Cappuccino in my Christmas stocking.

One Gawd-Awful Mess

19 Sep

A little over a year ago, we had some storm damage at our church, and any really good thunder-boomer would cause a leak over the pulpit. After many conversations with Church Insurance, we finally got the money to replace the entire sanctuary roof, rather than just patching the leak.

Last week the roofing company came out, removed all of the old shingles, and started putting on the new ones. When The Squire went over the next morning to unlock the building, he discovered the crew had not covered the roof when they went home. And it had rained HARD the night before.

He could see daylight through the roof. Those two white stripes, one just behind the beam in the foreground, and the sort of double one – – between the second beam and the red wall are open spaces.

He could also see the reflection of the windows in the water that had pooled in the pews.

Fortunately – as these things go – most of the water came in toward the front of the church, and the roofers had covered the altar with plastic to protect it from bits of debris, so there was little damage to back of the sanctuary. The grand piano and the organ were spared, as was the robing room, but a number of pews were damaged and the parquet floor is curling and cupping, and the carpets were a sodden mess. OY!

As it happened the same company also does flood restoration, so they were able to clean up their own mess, and have promised to pay to have the wood floor and the pews redone.

Deer-nanza!

1 Sep

Most mornings we are glad to see a single deer in the clearing, and delighted if there are two – usually a doe and her fawn. This morning, there were SIX deer out there!

There were two does and a fawn, but they were soon joined by three bucks, all chasing those poor ladies all over the place, including into the woods between our home and the house next door! This is a dreadful picture of one of the bucks, but it was still very early in the morning, he was in fairly deep shadow, and we couldn’t get too close for fear of scaring him away.

This is a much better shot, taken before the parade started, and they are standing in a sunny spot.  Both does are here, but one is standing behind the other; the only way you can tell is that there are too many legs! 

No You Can’t

27 Aug
Sometimes you need more than enthusiasm.

A Very Clever Fellow

25 Aug

The Squire is a great guy to have around when you have a problem, always able to come up with a solution.

I’ve been working for eons on a cross-stitch cover for a prie dieu for the church I attend. (Given my age and the size of this project, this probably wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but there you are.) A friend offered a standing embroidery frame, which is much appreciated, but I couldn’t figure out how to put my fabric on it. She had stapled her project to the rollers, which didn’t appeal to me.

Enter The Squire.

I had considered getting some clamps, but he pointed out those wouldn’t hold the fabric evenly all the way across. He found a strip of carpet tack left over from some other project, and attached it to the top and bottom rollers, then used a scrap of the old carpet to press the Aida cloth down onto the tacks. This way, I can remove the project and put it into a regular embroidery hoop if I want to take it with me, and then easily reattach it.

Very clever, that man I married.

But It’s Too Danged Hot

14 Aug

A friend and I were discussing which we would give up first – running water or air conditioning. We decided on the latter.