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Cluck House

Cluckingham Palace was not built in a day. It actually took two weekends and a small bit of work during the week. Why, you ask would we need a new chicken house/yard?

  1. Free Range Chickens are not all they are cracked up to be.
Free Range?

Pooping wherever they want? They also eat flowers and dust in flower beds. The biggest problem however, is that in the summer, they go to bed really, really late, sometimes later than we do and this has caused us to loose a few ‘girls’.

This situation is not new and I’ve been trying to give the chickens more space since last summer. I ordered additional fencing from, (can you believe it) a company called ‘Omlet’, which has every item for chickens they could ever need and a few items they don’t, including clothes. (Folks, I cannot make this stuff up!)

2. The old chicken yard was not only small, but it was…a tad ugly.

The girls needed better, so we begin the ‘demo’.

I had a ‘plan’ and My Loving Spouse goes along with it…although, he did put his foot down when it came to adding dormer patio roof extensions for the girls. Seriously!

We lay out the new yard.

We work on Cluckingham Palace’s yard, while the flock enjoys their last few days of pooping on the porches.

We dig the grass up all around the palace to ensure no skunks or other vermin dig below the fence to accost our hens.

With the grass back in place the palace looks great and threat free.

We add a second door made out of an old screen door I’ve been hording.

The roosting structure is made from two of the old porch railings we’d replaced.

The chickens checkout the new maple tree we’ll plant in their yard. Cluck House has lovely grounds and we’ve hopes for more hens. A dozen eggs are ‘brewing’ in the incubator, due next week…and if they don’t hatch…well, we’ve a backup of chicks coming from ‘The Chicken Outfitter’ . (The stuff you can buy on the internet!)

We are blessed and so are the chickens, except they don’t actually know it.

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Whoa Nelly Rides Again!

Whoa Nelly’s return to the road couldn’t have come at a better time.

Whoa Nelly

Our 1952 International L110 caused My Loving Spouse to wring his hands and gnash his teeth over transmission, gas tank, carburetor and wasps, but he won in the end. She runs, stops and even has seats with seat belts. No more bucket seats for us.

True Bucket Seats

Whoa Nelly has brought us some fun when we needed it most. Driving across town in her, people wave, smile and give us a thumbs up. We’ve driven her with jelly jars full of flowers to leave on friend’s porches and our spirits were lifted.

Covid-19 makes it harder to bring simple joy to one another. I miss giving hugs, smiles and a gentle touch, so when we were asked if we wanted to be in a parade for Mother Mary’s 85 birthday, we jumped at the chance. (Just for the record, Mother Mary will be having another 85th birthday next year, since she said with the Corona Virus, this one doesn’t count). The ‘nice’ thing about ‘sheltering in place’, everyone’s available. We decorated Whoa Nelly and joined about 35 other vehicles, that showed up to surprise this very fun gal….and surprised she was. We honked and waved and it filled us up.

and we are blessed.

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Dear Amy

(Amy asked for THE Kitchen pictures, so for those of you who are tired of seeing THE Kitchen, skip this post and check in next time. Amy is one of those people. We first met 24 years ago when she became My Girl’s speech therapist. Amy walked along side us for years with therapy, advice and friendship. We’ll never adequately repay her for all the ways she has helped My Girl have a better life, so if she wants pictures…good golly, she gets pictures.)

Dear Amy,

So great to hear from you and as you know, nothing ever goes perfectly. So you get all the pictures…the greats and ‘whoops’ how are you going to deal with that!

So the mud room… you ride horses, you understand about boots and jackets and stuff. This picture is the real deal…not cleaned up at all for you.

The cabinet on the bottom is a re-use from the old kitchen and the cabinet on the top is the one I measured wrong. The sink is so that My Loving Spouse can wash the weird stuff he brings inside (along with his greasy hands) here instead of our nice new farm house sink. The ‘stuff’ on the counter is usually stuff that needs to go back to the workshop…this is a never ending process.

Yes, all these coats belong to us and as it is spring, we still use them…boot trays and baskets for hats and gloves. Real life in action.

The laundry and the broom closet did not go as planned. The ‘plan’ was for a large broom closet..(no room)…and for plenty of baskets for folded laundry. I don’t mind doing laundry, but once I fold it, I need a place for it to ‘go’. We adapted to the situation and the shelf over the washer/dryer holds our baskets of clean laundry. As you can see, someone’s Laundry Blessings are overflowing.

Gunner, our beloved yellow lab, will someday have this as his dog den. A lovely long closet complete with dog door to the yard. We’ve yet to cross this off of the list. I think we’ll know when the remodel is really done, it will be the day we no longer have a shop vac in the house.

The broom closet conundrum has been solved! After all, who needs a shower in a powder room? The shower curtain is still coming in handy.

When people walk in the house now, they say, “Oh, I love your nice kitchen…wow, I love that butcher block”.

The butcher block is very old and has its origins from an old ship. This thing is heavy and how we got it in the house and upright is another story. My Loving Spouse, the chef, built a knife rack for it and if you’re wondering if we need all these knives, well the answer is obviously, ‘yes’.

We’re not the kind of people who manage to hang up kitchen towels nicely, so we wanted to get hooks. We found this wrought iron fireplace tool hanger in a hardware store in England and knew it would be perfect, plus it was only 10 pounds…(in money).

From the kitchen sink, a quick look to the right and this is what I see….oh, be still my heart.

My favorite pantry items are these hooks for the frying pans. Don’t you just hate storing and putting frying pans away? Not any longer…I think I should patent this idea….

My Loving Spouse’s favorite pantry item is the light switch he installed. When the door is open the switch turns the light on, door shut = light off…pretty sweet.

Because of the space confines, we ended up with two pull out spice drawers. One for The Chef….

The other was next to the sink and has ended up being an unusual space for kitchen wash clothes and towels. They need to be folded just right, but as we know who THE Folder is, this is not a problem. We love having our clean towels at hand, because, well…we’re messy people.

Okay, dear friend…hope you are well, imagine stepping in off of the porch and coming in for a long over due visit….this is what you’d see.

Come and see us soon, because with friends like you…

We are blessed.

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A Year

Technically speaking, we still have some items to finish in regards to our big remodel/new kitchen/where did the last year go. I am pretty sure we won’t get signed off on our Permit, while we don’t have any steps or handrail off of the back deck. However, we are calling the ‘kitchen’ done and want to look back and celebrate where we were one year ago today. We’re pleased as punch at where we are and what we (too old folks) have managed to do….

April 14, 2019

April 22, 2019

May 18, 2018

May 24, 2019

June 6, 2019

June 24, 2019

July 13, 2019

July 18, 2019

August 4, 2019

August 8, 2019

October 18, 2019

October 26, 2019

Novermer 4, 2019

November 18, 2019

December 27, 2019

January 2, 2020

January 23, 2020

March 11, 2020

March 15, 2020

April 11, 2020

Our farm is called Glory Farm for a reason….

….and we are blessed.

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THE Table

THE PLAN for the new kitchen was to have a big ole table. One that would easily hold family and friends for spontaneous or long planned meals together. My Loving Spouse went to fetch it.

Rough sawn lumber from across town…$129.00

He disappears into his workshop to begin the build.

If you think he doesn’t have the tools….think again.

My Loving Spouse can build anything, (although he says he is not taking orders for anymore tables). He builds the table base top.

…then sands it for a few days, and makes some legs.

It will be too big and heavy to move around, so we need to assemble it in the kitchen.

We haul all the pieces over, protect the floor and get busy.

Don’t you love the mallet My Loving Spouse also made? I know, Handy as Pockets!

A few whacks and taps…

…and then…tada…

‘Some people’ are so dramatic.

Perfect….except, don’t you find it a bit, how shall I say….brown? It is just not quite right. So I paint the pew… with 3 coats of paint.

…painted pew, oh be still my heart. I never did like that color brown. We get a few things up on the walls, make a few pillows and argue discuss, how much better black ladder back chairs would be.

For now, we’re home (thank you COVID-19), grateful and very blessed.

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Tile Tutor

My Loving Spouse offered me a lovely list of outings for my birthday. Had I known then that outings would soon be curtailed due to the Corona virus, I might have answered differently. However, I didn’t and proceeded to ask for what I really wanted.

‘Can we just stay home and tile the back splash in the kitchen?’

Not just tile it, but invite some friends over who wanted to learn how to tile.

I felt a tad like Tom Sawyer, getting someone else to white wash the fence. My Loving Spouse explains about laying out your pattern and how to use the tile saw.

Then it is mastic and go! Fantastic progress made on day one. Our friends are eager students, always fun to be with and excited to see that tiling is not ‘rocket science’.

We finished one wall promising them any of our left over tile and the use of our tile saw anytime.

As I write this we are in quarantine as is our county. My Loving Spouse and I have so much to be grateful for. We have beautiful spring weather to enjoy, lots of space to enjoy it, plenty of work to do and we like being together.

We got back to work on our tiling project.

Leaning and stretching and muttering Bad British words when the tile spacers fall out.

Two days of straight tiling is a bit hard on your hands, your back and your shoulders…but, rewarding!

We were not sure that one bag of grout would be enough, but it was all we had. Whenever My Loving Spouse slopped some on the floor, I scooped it up with my fingers and crammed it into any holes I could find. We end up having just enough.

After a grout drying break, we gleefully begin polishing the tile, by rubbing the grout dust off. Happily cleaning up the mess we’ve made and watching the back splash come to life, just as we dreamed it would.

We are grinning from ear to ear.

We might be a tad in tile recovery mode today, but we know we are a formidable team.

…and we are very blessed.

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Pew Wrestling

Pew Wrestling is:

a. when you have to sit next to your brother in church

b. when you end up accidentally sitting in ‘someone else’s‘ spot at church

c. when you buy a pew, so you can turn it into banquet seating

…and the answer is!!!!!

Pews for sale only $100, that came out of a Baptist church in Yakima. We had a plan..sort of. I mean, how hard could it be? Someone at My Loving Spouse’s work said, “It could not be done.” (Which only makes me want to prove him wrong!) Wrong, wrong, wrong! I now call him, “Jim Of Little Faith”.

Jim Of Little Faith was right about one thing, it was not easy.

‘We’ (which really means My Loving Spouse’) gets it cut where we want it. Now he must move one of the legs, so both lengths have two legs to sit on.

The biggest problem is that the wood was warped. We imagined some big old Baptist sitting in the same spot week after week, leaning back in that old pew really hard, and once the wood was cut everything relaxed!

Between the angle cut and keeping our ‘new’ banquet square, the whole project was quite a challenge.

We attach some padded pieces to the legs to prevent scratching the floor.

Then we wrestle the two pew pieces and screw in place the two seats. With the seats secure, we try once again to align the seat backs.

“Let’s just take a tad more off”, I say…

Then we pull and push and wrestle it again and hold it just right as we quickly get a few screws into the seat backs.

Ta da!

The corner is great! However, not all the legs are actually on the floor. I told you the wood was a bit warped. We put the pew in place and then screw the legs to the floor!

This ensures that all four legs stay where they are meant to be AND that in the next Hide n’ Seek game with THE Grands, the new very best hiding place actually stays in place.

A little sanding, a little wood puddy, a little varnish and the new seating is in place and ready for the table to be built.

We keep one set of the communion cup holders attached in the back, because….

…we are very, very blessed.

(Perhaps we will invite Jim of Little Faith over for some wine…)

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A Little Help From Our Friends

THE kitchen remodel has nearly done us in. People ask us questions, expecting a creative response and …..blank….yep, we’ve got nothing.

Luckily for us we’ve got friends…and family to keep us encouraged.

…to say nothing of helping us caulk…and paint.

…and paint some more…

and then…paint some more, when the paint sold to us didn’t match the paint on the wall. Bad British Word. (You don’t even know how dejected this made me feel after spending my whole Saturday on it.) My Loving Spouse got it all straightened out and painted that part again!

Pieces have been coming together and we are delighted with each little bit.

I love the new stools! They work extremely well, which the guys celebrate getting the transmission back into Whoa Nelly with a “wee dram”. (Yep, that is another story…)

Speaking of ‘other stories’, wait until you see what we’ve got planned for the seating area….

…and we are blessed!

Thanks for journeying along beside us!

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Ya, But

I am struggling to find the words to explain the last 6 months. I have had this post rattling around in my head for weeks. I have tried to not write it, but at the end of the day, who is this blog really for? I don’t know. Someday these words may be the way my grandchildren or grandchildren’s children know me. Obviously, they will know I’ve made some mistakes (remember, the Fire Captain said it wasn’t my fault I caught that field on fire), but will they know that my most important job is to ‘love’.

When we moved to Ellensburg, we quickly found our church home. We love the congregation, a collection of caring/giving (jump in and help) kind of people. They put their love in action. We care about them and are grateful they are our friends.

Six months ago, we started hearing a message from the ‘top’, from the Pastor…one that said, that Homosexuals were less than… I quite literally could not believe my ears…and it broke my heart.

My dear Grandkids…this is what I believe… Jesus said, the most important commandments are Love God, Love Your Neighbor and Love Yourself.

I talked with trusted and wise friends who belonged to our church. I felt fairly powerless, so I bought a dozen copies of Everybody, Always (Becoming love in a world full of difficult people and setbacks) and started giving them away.

I emailed the Pastor multiple times in regards to his stance, hoping and searching for elements of love and grace. Each answer held not only less love, but more judgement and said in ways, that was quite clear he wanted us to leave.

There is no ‘Ya, but’ in ‘love your neighbor’. We are to love those who annoy us, who vote for the other party, who are unkind to our kids or cheat us etc. Many believe that Gay people are sinners, well look in the mirror, we all are sinners and ‘have fallen short’. The problem with being judgmental over any others is that most people then say, ‘Ya, but….you are…” and judge your sins as well.

Love is usually not talk, it is action. Guess what, that included this Pastor. I didn’t want to ‘love him’, I wanted to say, “Ya, but he doesn’t…” I needed to ‘walk my talk’, so, as we have for many years, we offered to let him store his trailer in our barn during the winter. I inquired how I could pray for him (and I actually do it).

Recently, sadly and with great grief, we knew had to leave our beloved church, because as much as we wanted to stay with these loving people, we did not feel comfortable being aligned with the beliefs from the top. How do we leave gracefully? Leaving is hard. Will we loose some friends? We do not know…

Where will we go? Will there be another place for us? We are both weary and sad. I do believe that when our time ‘comes’, we might be asked how well we loved, I do not believe we will be asked did you judge each other enough?

..and still we are blessed.

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Every Little Bit

We continue with our kitchen remodel and it feels very much like eating an elephant…one small bite at a time (even though I’ve never actually eaten an elephant, nor would I want to).

It helps to be optimistic when taking on a project of this scope, but it is possible that our optimism has moved into self delusion. We plan 3 things to complete in one day and by the end of a 3 day week end, we’ve managed to complete half of them.

We install most of the base boards. This entails crawling on one’s knees, so I am elected to run the nail gun and the stud finder. There is a small spat about how I am using the stud finder, (ya that’s been a problem most of my life). We disagree over whether the problem is user error or instructor error…. Eventually, we get it done.

We get the cabinet installed over the refrigerator, which entails framing it out and having a shelf for it to sit on. Our newest phrase is…’we’ll caulk it’.

Each additional cabinet that goes into place means more storage! I get to put stuff away! My Loving Spouse is sure that this is mostly a plot to keep him confused about where things are.

I get to watch the back of his head, as we install nobs.

Black on white is beautiful and a bit tricky to get everything lined up.

Even the smallest steps bring joy!

My job is “Step and Fetch it”, trust me, I am well trained!

We install the long awaited cabinet, the one that I goofed up on ordering…again…progress.

Each step makes us happy, but the truth is, we are ready to be done! We’re almost there we just need to …

caulk, paint, install peninsula (which is in the family room), caulk, drywall, tile back splash, build the benches, build the table, build the steps and railing and ‘knees’, finish the window trims, the door to the broom closet, caulk, build the door jam, install toe kick….

so that’s not much…

Yes, we love our old house..

and we are blessed

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