Major Drama at Home Crap Home

Was minding my own business watching the Pens manhandle the Caps and spreading my special brand of sunshine on twitter when a ferocious ruckus broke out in the back yard. Thurston’s high pitched screeching combined with Rosie aggressive “YOU MUST DIE” bark, combined with my mother calling me from across the alleyway to tell me there was something going on in my backyard as I tried to find my flashlight and shoes made for some chaos.

At any rate, they had cornered a possum behind the compost pile, and it took me about two minutes to get them away from it. It was reared out, fangs bared, making some ungodly sound, and every time I got Thurston away and went for Rosie, Thurston came back. Lily stood silently in the middle of the yard with her confused look (“I was raised by cats- am I supposed to be doing something?”) Finally picked up Thurston and held him under my arm and grabbed Rosie by the tail and pulled her out. That knocked her back to her senses (JRT’s, when they go into kill mode, are really tenacious, the result of years of breeding to corner and kill varmints), and I got everybody back inside. Never a dull momemnt.

Quick Taylor update- he is recovering from surgery, and has some sort of tube hooked up to drain the infection, and will be released when his white blood cell count drops.



It Takes a Village

To cater a wedding. Just got back from the wedding (which is literally across the alley in my dad’s back yard with the reception Gerald’s backyard next door). It was very nice, and I will post some more pictures in a bit. but thought I would share a picture or two right now. First, the scramble to get all the quiches and salads and fruit bowls and everything else plated:

That’s a neighbor Anita, my mom, one of Gerald’s kids, Tammy, and my dad. And not the cake:

As pretty as it was, it tasted even better! My dad is a man of many talents.



A Lovely Evening

This weekend, Gerald (the guy who did a lot of the work on my house and who is always coming over and doing things) is getting married in my dad’s back yard. They chose the date because his brother died on this date, and his fiance’s dad died on this date, so they decided to turn it into something positive. At any rate, it’s a big deal- dad is baking the wedding cake and doing all the cooking, so my bff Tammy came up and she is helping dad all day tomorrow.

At any rate, last night, we went to a dinner at the Harry and Chatman’s (my friends who run the Barn With Inn) newly restored Sarah Miller House. It’s a bimonthly event, and last night’s dinner was great:

The opener was a polenta with sausage and a bunch of other things going down:

That was followed by a salad:

The main course was broccoli rabe with cannellini beans and a braised rolled stuffed porK:

There is no picture of the dessert because it was Chatman’s famous sugar cream pie with blueberries and we ate it before we remembered to take a photograph. At any rate, it was a very nice time, and we sat next to two wonderful women who ran an antique store and consignment house called Sibs in Wheeling that I did not know about.

We stopped by this afternoon after running errands, and I found two nice little pickups:

They really had a lot of very interesting items. I really had to control myself and was proud I only spent 30.00 on those two. At any rate, we chatted with the owner again and we agreed we are going to go to another dinner together in November, we had such a good time.

At any rate, someone is already snoring on the couch, so I need to be quiet.



Inaugural Homecoming in the New House

Aside from a bunch of dirty dishes and linens that need to be washed and a couple beer bottles in the yard, the house survived the inaugural homecoming weekend. It was my classes 25th (if I had not dropped out and joined the army), so basically my entire pledge class was back. The house held. Also, there were about 30 people in the house at one point and it was manageable. So all in all, a success.

My friend Joelle was back, and she is kind of a cat whisperer, so I coralled Steve into a room so she could have some alone time (she had never met him). She emerged with this great pic:

I love it. He has the most amazing expressive eyes. They look like two homies just hanging out.

I am sick and have been since Friday so I see a lot of sleeping in my immediate future. Also, fuck Trump.



The Kitchen Tour

This is for Cornerstone and others who can not visualize the kitchen.

I hope that helps. And all my plants are outside getting a thorough watering and I am re-potting a bunch, in case you were wondering.



This Week’s Project

So this week we (again, royal we) finished the walls on the basement stairs- a little mud on some walls, a sheet of drywall on another, then sanding, paint, and hanging corkboard, and now I have a place to hang my pots and pans.

That one board in between the shelf and the pots has got to go because it is making me dizzy and setting off my OCD it is so crooked. At any rate, it all looked like this to begin with (this is if you turn the corner and the pots and pans are to your left as you look down the stairs:

Now the problem is the door. I wanted to replace it with a folding door, but the problem is everything is so damned crooked that there is like a three inch gap on one side at the bottom. Because I do not have the loot, I am just putting up an accordion door for now. Once I seal off the basement at the bottom of the steps (which will be next year because I need to put all new steps in and that costs $$$), I am thinking maybe a saloon style door. So for now, a 25 dollar vinyl accordion door to keep the basement separated from the house.

At least now I have my stove and counters back.



Help Me Hive Mind

I don’t think the hanging plant goes there. Should I hang it to the left or the right?

Ignore the rest of the damned mess.