Forging ahead - WHERE does the TIME go?
Tinto and I have been working our socks off on The Maxwell House. Never before have I seen Tinto take on so many projects at the same time - mind-boggling, but his efforts are beginning to pay off. It is true, however, with a house this old, renovations may never end completely.
And a gentle kind reminder when working with Super Glue. DON'T DO IT! Ha! Every single time I pick the up the stuff, MORE lands on me and I literally seal my fingers together. As you would know, more items are broken when cleaning them than any other time. A few belongings were a bit damaged being moved to the shed and being moved back into the house, too. I suppose I move too fast...at times. IF I could have snapped a pic, I would have, but a Super Glue tube was attached to my forefinger and thumb and Tinto had to cut off the tube - small portion remained behind and I thought I would simply wrap it with gauze and continue with my duties. Nope. Stung like Heck. So, I got a boning knife and began to saw. Tinto grabbed my hand and said, 'No, My Darling One...you cannot do that.' I retorted, 'That's what the doctor would do.' Tinto reminded me that a doctor would use a scalpel. I really could not see the difference at that moment. I had a hundred things ahead of me to do...I was getting surly. Tinto ran to the shed and returned with a container of genuine acetone. I dipped my finger in (after Googling WHAT TO DO!)...and, after 6 full minutes, the tube fell away from my finger. My fingers look as if they belong to a 100 year-old woman at the moment, but there is NO SUPER GLUE TUBE ATTACHED - not a nice accessory. If you use the goo...make certain another warm body is around in case you get STUCK!
Another delightful surprise - deep, dark black cherries are delicous at present. There is an abundance at the local supermarkets. First batch I purchased was not as pretty nor did they taste as sweet as we thought they should, so - too many and too expensive to waste and I decided to make a home-made cherry compote. Easy-peasey! Well, YES, that is true, except for the time it take to get the pits out of the cherries. I did not use food gloves because I was out of them. By the end of the hand-pitting session, my hands and fingers looked like a magnificent winemaker! The cuticles and underneath my nails were never going to be the same again! I did not have a drop of brandy in the house, but I found a recipe that said I could use orange juice INSTEAD. It was a winner. Now, after being advised that there are 'cherry and olive pitting devices' out there - I received one in the post from Dick Smith. A week ago, I bought a huge batch of black cherries - grabbed the new 'pitter' and sat down at the kitchen table. Pow - Kazam - Wham - Bam~! Sounded as if Batman was on the television! I think I was using it upside down - NO CLUE - but, those pits were hitting the side wall, the ceiling, the floor, my forehead, my glasses - those little babies are hard as a rock and went everywhere. I still have not been able to locate two of them. I studied the device, turned it around a bit...and then, WHALAAA - finished the batch in no time at all. Fresh, gorgeous pitted cherries on the stove in a large pan, stewing in brandy and raw sugar. Dick Smith - THANK YOU for a fantastic product which, finally...made my life a bit easier!
Tinto made a new headboard for the master bedroom. It is simple and beautiful. He also went to work on some massive, red lips my sister, Constanza, had made decades ago for a corporate event in Adelaide and brought them back to their full glory. The BEST news ever though: Tinto cleaned and mounted a hand-made case that contains my sister's wind-up toy collection! Constance loved the silly and the bizarre and we now have a part of her outside on The Maxwell House verandah.
Life is sweet in so many ways. You have to simply look for the 'good' - it's all around us.
University began two weeks ago for me, but I am a week behind and running (studying) furiously to play catch-up with the course work. THESE brain cells have to work much harder THESE days. All Good.
Roam. Roam as long as you can and stay safe...
Cheers,
Blanco of The Roaming Stevens
And a gentle kind reminder when working with Super Glue. DON'T DO IT! Ha! Every single time I pick the up the stuff, MORE lands on me and I literally seal my fingers together. As you would know, more items are broken when cleaning them than any other time. A few belongings were a bit damaged being moved to the shed and being moved back into the house, too. I suppose I move too fast...at times. IF I could have snapped a pic, I would have, but a Super Glue tube was attached to my forefinger and thumb and Tinto had to cut off the tube - small portion remained behind and I thought I would simply wrap it with gauze and continue with my duties. Nope. Stung like Heck. So, I got a boning knife and began to saw. Tinto grabbed my hand and said, 'No, My Darling One...you cannot do that.' I retorted, 'That's what the doctor would do.' Tinto reminded me that a doctor would use a scalpel. I really could not see the difference at that moment. I had a hundred things ahead of me to do...I was getting surly. Tinto ran to the shed and returned with a container of genuine acetone. I dipped my finger in (after Googling WHAT TO DO!)...and, after 6 full minutes, the tube fell away from my finger. My fingers look as if they belong to a 100 year-old woman at the moment, but there is NO SUPER GLUE TUBE ATTACHED - not a nice accessory. If you use the goo...make certain another warm body is around in case you get STUCK!
Another delightful surprise - deep, dark black cherries are delicous at present. There is an abundance at the local supermarkets. First batch I purchased was not as pretty nor did they taste as sweet as we thought they should, so - too many and too expensive to waste and I decided to make a home-made cherry compote. Easy-peasey! Well, YES, that is true, except for the time it take to get the pits out of the cherries. I did not use food gloves because I was out of them. By the end of the hand-pitting session, my hands and fingers looked like a magnificent winemaker! The cuticles and underneath my nails were never going to be the same again! I did not have a drop of brandy in the house, but I found a recipe that said I could use orange juice INSTEAD. It was a winner. Now, after being advised that there are 'cherry and olive pitting devices' out there - I received one in the post from Dick Smith. A week ago, I bought a huge batch of black cherries - grabbed the new 'pitter' and sat down at the kitchen table. Pow - Kazam - Wham - Bam~! Sounded as if Batman was on the television! I think I was using it upside down - NO CLUE - but, those pits were hitting the side wall, the ceiling, the floor, my forehead, my glasses - those little babies are hard as a rock and went everywhere. I still have not been able to locate two of them. I studied the device, turned it around a bit...and then, WHALAAA - finished the batch in no time at all. Fresh, gorgeous pitted cherries on the stove in a large pan, stewing in brandy and raw sugar. Dick Smith - THANK YOU for a fantastic product which, finally...made my life a bit easier!
Tinto made a new headboard for the master bedroom. It is simple and beautiful. He also went to work on some massive, red lips my sister, Constanza, had made decades ago for a corporate event in Adelaide and brought them back to their full glory. The BEST news ever though: Tinto cleaned and mounted a hand-made case that contains my sister's wind-up toy collection! Constance loved the silly and the bizarre and we now have a part of her outside on The Maxwell House verandah.
Life is sweet in so many ways. You have to simply look for the 'good' - it's all around us.
University began two weeks ago for me, but I am a week behind and running (studying) furiously to play catch-up with the course work. THESE brain cells have to work much harder THESE days. All Good.
Roam. Roam as long as you can and stay safe...
Cheers,
Blanco of The Roaming Stevens
New, groovy headboard made lovingly by hand by my man!
Welcome to Our World...
Constanza's Collection...
Australian colours above AND below!
Our adopted cat, Muffin, hangs out in this area below,
we thought we would hang some real life drawings
of her fellow mates (By Constance) and make her
feel even MORE at home...
Gotta run - sooooo much studying to do.
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