Because it's been about 97 for the past several days. Today was 90. Looks like we'll get a short break before temps head back up into the 90's over the weekend.
I miss my central AC.
But I'd settle for some rain.
When I arrived at the new (to us) house to confirm the finish color for the upstairs floors we were having refinished, my jaw did not drop to my knees as I tiptoed over the rough sanded 1st floor. The floor that was in good shape. The floor that was not perfect but had a nice aged patina to it. The floor the Antiques Roadshow people would probably shoot you for sanding down.
One of the 1st floor rooms, before the sanders arrived.
Nope, did not happen.
I called up to the workers on the 2nd floor and moseyed on up to see my well sanded upstairs floors. They were beautiful. Truly. We went through each room, the guy (I’m naming no names!) showed me the imperfections (who wants perfection in a 100+ year-old house?).
And another. Something tells me they didn’t go upstairs before they started sanding, what do you think?
Note: I don’t have pics, yet, but will get them up…promise!
I did not spend a full 15 minutes going over the rooms without saying a word about the 1st floor. We did not go downstairs and compare stain samples that had been brushed onto the rough-sanded 1st floor, without saying a word about the fact that it was a rough-sanded floor. And the guy (no names, remember?!), did not turn to me and ask if we were planning to carpet the first floor. Nope. Did not happen.
He did not tell me the story of how they arrived at the house, compared the notes on the job, and realized that they needed a coarser grit. The foreman did not leave to get the coarse grit. One of the workmen did not get done tightening loose boards, decide to stop wasting time and get started sanding while the foreman was gone…only to find that when he got back the square footage didn’t match and it was the wrong floor. Glad they had the right house.
So, we are a week behind schedule due to the hiccup, ahem.
There is a silver lining…we get the the floors in the whole house (except the laminate kitchen) refinished for the price of doing the 2nd floor.
Only problem with that is, can I let the boys run their little cars over my new floors?
Or whack them with light sabers?
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4-year-old is his hands and knees. 10-year-old is poised with one foot over his brother’s back…ready to step on him!
Mama (with her mouth full of water), threateningly waving her arms: “Hmmph huh Hummmph Hrrumph!”
More like Mama Gorilla.
I talked awhile back about how our new home has no mailbox. Would you believe…no DSL!? It seems the DSL ports in this little town are all taken. Gulp!
OK, I admit it. I’m an internet junkie. But I also refuse to pay exorbitant rates for access. There is exactly 1 cable provider available locally. And 1 satellite provider. And since we don’t watch television, we can’t get some killer bundle deal…I simply
cannot will not pay $60/month +monthly equipment fee+installation+modem+?
And then there’s the fact that it just burns me to deal with companies that can’t just come out and tell you the bottom line…
What to do?
We are going to conduct a little experiment…and go back to dial-up for awhile.
Yeah, I know, I’m crazy.
But as much as I’m chained to my computer…I hate my computer…I hate the internet…because it has seriously sucked me in and totally changed how I view the world.
I need a change.
And going to dial-up will give me the impetus I need to make that change.
The other day my 10-year-old was begging me to get out the camera and snap something Emma was doing.
“You’re missin’ a great blog post!” he said.
He needs a change.
My 4-year-old demands coloring pages of any little thing that pops into his head. Do you know how hard it is to Google a coloring page of a giant…all you get are giant coloring pages.
He needs a change.
I need to drag my hubby away from Facebook and Backyard Monsters.
He needs a change.
We all need a change.
We’ll see if it’s possible to survive in the information age without always being on.
I’ll keep ya posted.
Do you have a computer problem? What do you do to keep your family’s electronic consumption under control?
These are from the dress rehearsal…pics from the recital to come:-)
Her class had 2 numbers. They tapped to Sea Cruise and jazzed to Welcome to Rio. Here’s the rehearsal for Sea Cruise (Mary is in the back row, far right---notice she’s about a head taller than most of the girls in her class, but just as skinny. They are all ages 6-7. Now you know why it’s so hard to shop for clothes for her):
Putting Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes a Day on hold at my library paid off! I finally got my sweaty palms on it. And My Bread and Healthy Bread in 5 Minutes a Day…all at the same time (I just might post a comparison of these books later). So I’ve been baking a lot of bread.
If you are at all familiar with the 5 Minutes a Day idea, you can keep a big batch of bread dough in the fridge for up to 2 weeks, and have fresh-baked bread every day, if you want. No kneading and minimal hands-on time---the easy way to make a crispy, thin-crusted artisan loaf with that yummy, chewy crumb you usually only get from a good bakery. Sigh…I love bread!
But I don’t love running my oven in the summer heat. This rental house is the pits as far as energy conservation…leaky windows, no attic for rising heat, plus it’s a split foyer so we essentially live in the upstairs. You can run the air all day and it still hits 80 degrees inside. Really. Now, add 450-500 degree construction grade electric oven to that. Maybe I should build a brick oven outside?
I’m also not digging the wasted energy. The loaves are small, so they bake in about 30 minutes. But add the preheat time…this is just not at all sitting well with my frugal mindset.
So, being a-think-outside-of-the-box sorta gal, I had a minor brainstorm…why not bake in the crockpot? It would certainly trap the steam that you have to go to so much trouble to create/save in a conventional oven. And it has been done before. I’ve already got the dough made…let’s give it a try (or two).
Not having to make a fresh batch of bread dough and go through the kneading gauntlet makes it easier to experiment---there’s a lot less to lose if it doesn’t work out.
Sourdough Bread in the Crockpot (Take 1)
I used the master recipe from Artisan Bread, but you could probably use any yeast-risen bread dough.
I have a 6-quart oval-shaped crockpot. I found a metal bowl that’s rim fit right over the inner rim of the crock.
About a pound of dough (this dough has been in the fridge for 4 or 5 days, and already has a decided sourdough flavor to it). I did not allow it to warm up before putting it in the crockpot (I figured it would warm up in there---I think this was a mistake).
I found varying advice on the internet…to cover the dough or not to cover? In the end I decided to cover it with foil and then the lid (this was definitely a mistake).
After about 2 hours, I peeked. The bread was firm, but steam had condensed on the foil and dripped back onto it (it was under water!). So, I removed it, patted it dry and put it in the toaster oven to dry it out---so much for not using the oven!
The end result was not bad. A chewy, moist bread, fairly dense (it did not rise as much as I would have liked). The kids yummed it up with dinner.
Sourdough Bread in the Crockpot (Take 2)
Don’t let it be said that I don’t learn from my mistakes. First, I found a smaller pyrex bowl that would fit fully inside the crock. I created some foil “feet” for it.
I let it sit at room temp for about 40 minutes before putting in the crockpot.
No foil this time. Baked in crock for about 3 hours.
After cooling on the rack. You’ll notice this is not a golden brown loaf.
And it won’t be, using this method. It does get crisp on the bottom.
And the verdict. A chewy, moist (but not soggy), slightly dense loaf with a light, crisp crust on the bottom. Definitely worth eating. Probably not for company, though. I just might keep experimenting with this…or maybe I’ll build a solar oven next.
What have you been experimenting with in your kitchen?
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We’re so excited about our move in the next couple of weeks! I’ve been puttering on-line looking for the little things we’ll need. CSN Stores has just about everything…kids’ furniture, rugs, snazzy cookware, and even LED lighting…to help make your house a home. They were so happy with the response from the Uberstix giveaway I did awhile back…they’ve asked me to choose a product from one of their 200+ stores to review. Sweet! What an awesome housewarming gift. But I can’t make up my mind…
Maybe something from Cookware.com for my new kitchen…
Or from CSNBaby.com to make our home toddler safe…
Or maybe a cool game from AllChildrensFurniture.com…
What type of product would you like me to review?
Are you wondering if silicone utensils will really stand up to the heat?
Are you pondering if it might be worth it to try baking your artisan bread in a cast iron Dutch oven?
Do you wish you knew if your rambunctious climber could get over that baby gate?
What product do you want the skinny on?
Disclosure: I will be reviewing a product provided by CSN Stores in an upcoming post. I have received no other compensation.
Nope, it’s not a new development with a bank of mailboxes off in a corner somewhere.
Nope, it’s not down a narrow country lane.
Once upon a time this town only had a post office and no door-to-door delivery.
The town grew up around it, and as each new neighborhood was added, so was mail delivery for that area.
But the folks in the center of town didn’t want it.
They wanted to mosey on over to the post office.
Collect the mail.
Say howdy to the postal workers.
And shoot the breeze with their neighbors.
So things haven’t changed.
In principal, I kinda like it.
I might feel differently when I’ve got an armload of packages and 4 kiddos to herd back home.
But, I kinda like it.
Newly revised and edited, Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman’s Soul (co-written by John & Stasi Eldredge) almost brought out the mad underliner in me…there are some people who underline, fold down corners and generally make a mess of their books. I was one of them, once upon a time. Underlining was my way of rereading a passage and imprinting it in my brain. Trouble is, I would have to underline nearly every sentence of Captivating, because nearly every one resonated with some deep hurt or desire from my life.
They should sell this in a gift pack with a box of tissues…or perhaps a dozen lace-edged hankies would be more appropriate.
The question on the lips of every girl or woman is “Am I captivating?” Am I pretty? Am I beautiful? Do you want me?
It’s the reason little girls (and even full-grown women) twirl their skirts.
It’s the reason there are whole aisles of “beauty” products at the corner drugstore.
It’s the reason for face-lifts.
For eating disorders.
And breast augmentations.
It’s the reason a battered woman will go back.
But it’s a question that often is never answered, never even really heard, here on earth.
So many women are in a world of hurt, broken by their lack of self worth.
But God hears the question.
And answers, if we only open our hearts to the sound of His voice.
Lest you think this book is about exterior “beauty,” it’s not. It’s about how we tend to look for love in all the wrong places. And how to repair the holes left by our past hurts by turning to God.
It’s a powerful book. And I recommend it.
Disclaimer: I received a free review copy of this book from Thomas Nelson Publishing through BookSneeze.com. This review reflects my honest opinion and I received no compensation.
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The house we bought was built around the turn of the last century. Hardwood floors (yes!). But, the floors upstairs were hidden under 25-year-old carpet. 540 pounds worth, according to the scales at the dump.
The carpet is gone, we are having the floors upstairs refinished.
What does that have to do with ninjas, you ask?
You don’t have boys, do you?
David: “Ooooh, we can have a NINJA HOUSE!”
David: “Yeah, if there’s no creaks, we can be ninjas and no one will hear us coming!”
Mama: “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Hmmm…”
David: “Maybe he could leave a creaky board in front of my room that just I know where it is…so I can step over it but the bad guys will make it creak…yeah! Cool!”
Not to mention little brother and sisters. Ahem.
Ever get a scab, and it starts to itch…so you scratch it, tearing off the hard, crusty plates of skin, exposing the pink, tender, not-quite-ready flesh beneath?
Now, imagine that about 50% of your body is covered with these stiff, itchy scales. Your neck. Your scalp. Your chest. Under your arms. In fact, it’s so thick under your arms that you can’t sweat. Any temp over 70 degrees sends you sprawling with heat exhaustion. Your face is red. You’re cranky. You can’t hear Mama calling you in out of the heat because your ear canals are lined with the same scales.
This is a condition called Lamellar Ichthyosis. It afflicts approximately 1 in 200,000…and our youngest son, Peter, was born with it. Each year, fewer than 50 children are born in the United States with Lamellar Ichthyosis. They have a high risk of developing sepsis, which can lead to death, and many spend the first several days of their lives in Neonatal Intensive Care. Some are permanently disabled, the thick scale affecting the soles of their feet, palms of their hands and fingers, restricting fine motor skills and even walking.
All are subject to stares, pointing and unkind remarks. It’s not an invisible condition.
I’ve mentioned Peter’s condition here on occasion, mainly in an effort to raise awareness. But as he gets older, and struggles with the challenges of day-to-day living and finding acceptance in society, making friends, you know, all the things “normal” kids do, it seems somehow dishonest to not share some of those challenges.
You might be thinking, “What does this have to do with me? It’s so rare, there’s no way this will ever effect me.”
Possibly. Lamellar Ichthyosis can be caused by a dominant gene mutation or a recessive gene. What that means is that a child with no family history of this genetic disorder can be born with it. Or that anyone, even you, could be a carrier of the recessive gene. So, yes, it could affect you or someone you love.
My point is this: we are not in control of our destinies. We do not choose the traits we are born with. We are all different. We all have weaknesses. And yet our society ridicules and ostracizes those who already have more than their share of challenges.
Some of those challenges are visible…and some are not. Some situations we can understand…and some are beyond understanding.
But wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could reach out to each other with love and kindness, celebrating our similarities, rather than building up walls with the mortar of our differences?