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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Holiday Wishes

For the second year in a row, Steve and I have to forego our trip south to family because we are sick for Christmas.

But we are making the best of things: we have plenty to drink (in between the cold remedies) and Christmas eve's dinner is a pot of bean soup and Dampfknudeln. We've plenty of firewood and movies from the library, so at least we'll be cozy if not exactly merry.

Don't you worry- soon we'll be back on our feet and sledding with the foxes.*

Happy holidays everyone!

* Nothing says Christmas like anthropomorphized woodland animals, don't you think?

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Sexy Machine

Remember how some while ago I was building a Bierstube in the dining room?  I've been working at it piecemeal and the only thing left besides the floor molding are the seats, which are kind of tricky because they have to fold up to reveal storage in the bench.

In late October I sent the same folks who built our bed the bench top dimensions and asked them to provide an estimate for three blanks out of their cheapest hardwood. The estimate came back at $568, on which I choked.  I thought to myself, for $568 I could buy the drill press I've always wanted and the materials to assemble them myself, and when I'm done I'll have the seats and still have the drill press I've always wanted.

So that's what I did.

Steve helped me put it together (the motor head alone weighed seventy-five pounds) and I couldn't help thinking as we built it that it was a sexy machine.

I am so excited to have it.  You just have no idea.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Color Red

I am pretty sure I've lost my winter garden to this freezing weather we're having.   Actually, it's below freezing; tonight's low is forecast at 9.  We are actually going to experience single digit weather up here in the so-called temperate Pacific North West.

It has been so cold for so long, I've been concerned about the chickens.  Steve took over letting the girls out in the morning once the days got shorter; they are just plain not ready to roll off the roost at five-thirty in the morning when I leave the house for work.  So he's managing watering the girls by using the old dog dish because my automatic chicken waterer is frozen over.

I'm not really worried about them getting really cold because they are covered in feathers, after all, but I am worried about their combs getting frostbitten, which is a very real possibility.  Last night's low was going to be in the low teens, so when I got home from work yesterday, Steve helped me run an outdoor extension cord out to the coop and I hung up the chick light under the center cross piece. I went out later and stuck my hand through the pop hole to make sure it wasn't getting too hot in there, which I wasn't really worried about, but I still wanted to, you know, make sure I wasn't going to burn the coop down by accident.

Whether the girls were going to like it or not didn't really concern me, but tonight when I went to go lock them up I noticed that one of the Orpingtons was up front and center underneath the infrared lamp.  I know what you're thinking; I'm probably going overboard but the way I look at it is this: I'm sparing myself the self-reproach for letting the girls suffer from my negligence.

Besides, the color red suits them.