Category Archives: LIFE WITH BOB
About thirty years ago, we replaced the sink in the kitchen. Since the cabinet and drawer base was still in good condition, my mother suggested moving it to the basement in the laundry area. I even replaced the old metal sink top with a new plywood work surface on top. And other than using the top for laundry to be washed I forgot all about it. Well, you really can’t forget about something that big just sitting there. But I really had no need to check inside the drawers and storage cabinets. Until last week when I was in a junk pitching mood. And then I went where no man had gone in thirty years.
I opened the center cabinet and discover about forty old Smucker jelly jars … all washed with lids firmly in place. My mother was a firm believer in you never know when you might need a jelly jar for something. The same things goes for several wine bottles with corks, about two dozen plastic pots that flowers had once lived in, a complete set of now slightly rusted kitchen canisters and sundry pieces of Tupperware.
Can anyone remember the last time anyone actually used liquid laundry starch?
The inch and a half of starch in the bottom now a congealed solid.
Old English Scratch Cover and Furniture Polish
Hell, I better save this to touch up the 75-year old real wood furniture that is still in the house.
Next up, I take on the four drawers on the side!
Mother really wasn’t a hoarder. These were all valuable and useful everyday items … once upon a time.
Last summer the heartland of the country suffered from a drought. This year we are becoming totally waterlogged. Locally we are in the midst of a week or two of wet and rainy weather. Actually it has been raining non-stop for the past twelve hours. My home is West Walnut Manor is halfway up a block on a hill and the cross street at the foot of the hill is currently under standing water. No flooding problem … just too much water for the storm sewer system to more.
Notice the water flowing across the slope of my back yard. The soil is fully saturated from our spring snowstorms and all the rain in recent weeks. My lawn is zoysia grass and what you see now is the brown winter thatch. I won’t start greening up until the temp rise in May.
The grass in the back of the yard really suffered from the drought and basically dried up by summer’s end welcoming all sorts of nasty ground covers to take root. And they are currently growing like … weeds … which they are. The area is in dire need of a quick trim, which I can’t do until the rain stops and the ground becomes solid again. Which means Mlle. Renee had better get ready for a foot bath every time she comes in from a yard visit. Does anyone have a spare ARK?
#1 THE ORIGAMI CALENDAR CHALLENGE – SUNDAY SPECIAL
Well, since I mastered my weekend learning lesson on Saturday, I decided to use what I learned last week (Kite Base) to illustrate my Saturday afternoon visit to the opera via the Met’s Live In HD theater broadcast of Wagner’s Parsifal. Here’s the review I posted to my opera group.
Parsifal … loved the performers and their performances, but thought the tempi was a tad slow at times. (Sure, it only ran on for six hours.) However, I absolutely desisted the director-gone-rampant production. The post-apocalyptic scorched earth set with never-ending cloud projections was the dreariest I’ve seen since the new Tosca. And I won’t even go into the pool of blood covering the stage. And didn’t anyone else think the knights lumbering over the top of hill in act 3 resembled something out of Night Of The Living Dead. Attendance at my theater was down to about a fourth of the usual. After performance chatter was about 85% negative. Traditional setting of the opera.Setting for the new production. The pool of blood covering the stage.
Well, since I never had a sister I never had to worry about getting into her diary. And if I did have a sister, I would advise her to make like Leonardo d.V. and use backwards writing (mirror writing) like I did. BTW, the guest chicken is named the Hubba Bubba Birdie.
OK, I’ll give you a clue on this one. A is the letter in the green box where the two words cross.
Once again, I was faced with a conundrum when trying to select which photo I wanted to use for the WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: KISS.
RENEE LOVES THE HERSHEY BOY!
I liked this photo of Mlle. Renee …
But I just used it yesterday in our anniversary post.
RENEE LOVES HER DOGGIE SNACKS
But then I’d also have to consider pictures of her liking buttered toast, cheese and bacon.
KISSING HAS NO AGE LIMIT
And in the case of slow-moving giant turtles, no time limit.
KISS WITH A STING
No comment needed. So I went with the AHH! photo.
Yesterday, my longtime friend Bill and I went to the Missouri Botanical Garden’s 2013 Orchid Show which was themed MADAGASCAR. Madagascar is a tropical island country in the Indian Ocean off the coast of Africa, and many artifacts from that country were displayed among the exhibit of orchids. Enough for words, check the pictures. You can enlarge any picture by clicking on it.
Considering the weather we’ve been having, it’s really not hard to be under the weather. And Mlle. Renee hasn’t learned how to say, “Aww, poor Robbie, does he have a tolb in his noeb and a fever in his head?”
So I get no sympathy at all around here. Well, that’s not true, because she did let me sleep in until ten this morning. And we also had a nap this afternoon on the sofa. But she couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to go outside and play with her. To humor her I did put on my coat to walk around the grounds and leave some seed for our winged friends. I also noticed that during our recent January thaw a number a plants thought it was spring and began sprouting. Stupid plants if they would have listened to the weather wizards they would have know that we’re headed for a near zero night and first part of the week.
Somehow I really don’t think those sunflower seed shells are going to do much to protect those little sprouts. So after leaving some seed for the birds (and Mr. Squiggly the squirrel), I convince Renee to go inside where it was warm.
Now, I sometimes have a problem with proverbs and old wives’ tales. Probably because I don’t have an old wife to nag me to death by reciting them all the time. So I really didn’t know if it is “Feed a cold, and starve a fever.” or “Starve a cold, and feed a fever.” But since I had both along with this horrific craving for baked goods, I went inside to mess up my recently cleaned oven by baking something.
So I whipped up this crusty cob loaf of bread.
So I whipped up some deep dark double chocolate muffin dough which I spread in shallow pan and topped with dollops of dark chocolate cream cheese and flaked coconut before baking. It baked up into a rich, chocolate confection that resembled a super moist brownie that was to die for.
Then I just heated a can of vegetable beef barley soup for dinner. You have to eat some veggies.
So now I have enough muffins, brownies and whole wheat bread to last for two weeks. Mlle. Renee just reminded me she can’t eat chocolate, and why didn’t I use carob. Poor dog, she doesn’t know the medicinal qualities of real chocolate.
Shortly after sunset the snow started arriving today. The flash from the camera was able to catch the falling flakes in front of the cedar trees in the back yard.
Surprisingly, we’re on the northern-western edge of the snowstorm and we might get as much as an inch.
I say … if the weather outside is frosty …
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it SNOW!”
NOTE: In case you’re wondering about the red glow behind the cedars, that’s caused by the lights from I-70 that passes at the top of the hill three blocks to the south.