The Refrigerator Fiasco

Yep, sent the guys, that's right the guys, to get  a fridge.  Our old one was on its death bed and just honestly wanted the guys gone, out of my hair.  I was still trying to work outside...I got lots of phone calls.  Do you care about the color, do you want an ice maker, bottom freezer okay?  I said I  don't really care as long as it works and doesn't cost three thousand dollars.  So the guys took it seriously.  This is the beauty I got for under a thousand.

We had carefully measured the space in the cabinet, height and width.  We did not measure the door or take into consideration how heavy this baby was!!

Hauled in our truck, new fridge and proud guys arrived.  Took the box off and quickly discovered black gets very hot in the sun.  Out of the truck, the three of us, mostly hubby, manhandled that monster to the door.  Oops!  We had to take the outside door off the house, not the fridge.  Rolled it through the entire length of the den, which caused every thing to be moved out of place for this baby to get through (still out of place, haven't got around to putting it back yet). 

It entered the dining room door with maybe a half inch to spare.  Perfect size for the hole...except for the decorative wood work that was hanging down.  Got a jig saw, cut that off, and FINALLY got the fridge in place.  Now, this probably took us close to an hour...we are not good at moving big things nor measuring correctly.

Hubby said, at least it is better than last time.  I laughed with the memory.  In the first house we purchased, the fridge would not fit.  After much thinking and  owning very few tools, hubby grabbed the chainsaw.  He cut the end off the kitchen cabinet and forced the fridge into the space by bracing against the wall, shoving it in with his feet. We decided if we sold, the fridge would have to stay...and it did.

Now I have this big fridge and when all the food got transferred.  We had to get groceries today.  A job I abhor!  I have bookoos of coupons and we headed out to Kroger's about thirty miles away.  We shopped hard.

It's still not full but there are many new choices in the fridge....now I have to go clean the kitchen.  I don't know how all that sawdust got in there.  Fiasco is not really the correct word, maybe it was just almost a failure.  In fact, it was kinda fun!

Hot and Tired

My project for my day began early while it was semi-cool.  The porch and this corner needed cleaning, trimming and a general get my stuff together approach. 

With the porch finished, the water garden refreshed, the horses watered and some progress in this corner, I am drinking to beat the band. I'm sweating buckets and I'm keep getting sidetracked.

I trimmed the irises, pulled grass, put things in their proper places.  Carried the pulled grass to places I needed grass, carried the cut limbs to a debris pile, and broken things to the trash.

Any suggestions on how to camouflage this pipe from the wood stove in the basement?

Replacing my drain guy, I got a surprise.

Notice the lip of the gargoyle.

His buddies swarmed out.

It has been so long since rain has drained,

the red wasps have built a home in the rain spout!

This was as close to finished as I got this morning.  First, I am allergic to wasps and also, it had reached 102 already so it is too hot for an office softie like me to labor in the sun...and live. 

I shall return, when it's cooler,  armed with wasp spray, aim it up that rain spout and run like a crazy women...then I can finish...maybe.

Garden Update...

Super hot and dry,

we water from the creek.

Sunflowers,

gourds,

peas,

cucumbers,

and watermelons.

All still alive but not so pretty,

they'll still be good to eat.

Drying Her Wings

Freshly emerged

from this tiny chrysalis,

she patiently waited as her wings air-dried for flight.

Thursday's Things In A Row

Steps at the lake,

steps to the door,

teeth on a rake,

spindles on an old screen door.

Hay in the field is a joy.

You'll have ants in your pants,

if you ride this toy.

Visit Pat for more Thursday's Things In A Row.

The Last Cloud...

that promised rain,

rumbled and grumbled

thundering across the sky.

Bringing hope and possibility,

clinging to the greyness

The winds tossed the promises away

and left us disappointed,

dry and even hotter.

Despite The Heat and Lack of Rain...

We are blessed with growth.

One Of My Weekend Projects...

was finding my tools and reorganizing the tool closet.  I have every thing labeled and so easy to find...wait, that should be HAD every thing organized.  I could reach in the dark and find the tool I needed.  No more! 

I have a tool thief...been living with me a long time. Many years ago when asked what I wanted for Mother's Day, I replied, a tool box with a lock.  This has been such an ongoing problem, my daughter bought me pink tools thinking it would shame Hubby into not using my tools.  Nope, he can see them better.

Through the years, my tool collection has grown.  I have battery tools, a dremil, a jig saw, and some other saws and boy, do I love them....and it really tees me off when they are not where they are supposed to be.  Hubby uses them so much, he claims them as his!

So Sunday, I gathered and sorted and redid my closet...one more time.  Know where I found my pink straight edge screw driver...that's right, on hubby's table.