So, the latest is I am coming up with a list for what needs to happen when I head up to the family cabin for a few days next month.
I got a new draining dish rack for the kitchen. Heck yeah! I'm going to order a kit to fix a window screen. I patched it a few years back, but it is ugly and needs a better job done.
I ordered a new fixture for the tub, and bought a $5 can of oops paint (originally 63 buckaroos) for the folding picnic tables. It's pale pink, but also has a mold and algae protection, which is perfect - and we always put tablecloths on them anyway. I really want some bags of rocks to fill a section in front of the house, and some paint for the kitchen floor - It's a lot, but I am up for the challenge.
I'm excited to take a little time off. It's good for the nervous system to reset, deep breaths, you know - the usual.
I am kind of feeling like it's my little Barbie Dream Cabin.
Although, probably a lot less pink.
I'm a little annoyed because one of my staff jumped the gun on sending out an email that I would very much have liked to review. I know I'm anal about written things, and to her credit, at least she sent the email under her own name, and not our general email inbox - which is sacred.
Clearly, I have control issues. But why be first when you can be right? Anyway - water under the bridge. I was able to resend the message as part of a weekly newsletter, so now it's been sent twice. Her way and my way. I have a preference, obviously.
I went to Second Harvest with some colleagues on Friday - we worked in cold sort, which I love. Especially in summer. My task was composting - so, food that cannot be donated for whatever reason, gets put into compost bins. Some of it is sold to farmers for their livestock, some of it is composted for soil. Regardless, it doesn't get thrown into the landfill, and that's a win.
The task is weird, but doesn't bother me. They give you carts full of whatever - your job is to free it of paper and plastic before it goes into the bin. Sometimes, it's easy - take the pizza from the box. Sometimes it's a little harder.
For example, you know how when you buy meat or chicken, it comes in a plastic or Styrofoam container with a little Kotex at the bottom to contain the liquid? So, when you freeze that as is, the Kotex often sticks to the meat, and you, as the compost volunteer, are tasked with separating the two. You get a chisel and a small serrated saw-like knife. I got pretty good at it. But there were bags of frozen coleslaw, tubs of expired queso, whole frozen fish, whole rotisserie cooked chickens. I understand that you have to be careful with this stuff and you don't want to get people sick - it's just a shame they couldn't save it.
But like I said, hacking at frozen chicken and the stuff it's packaged with doesn't bother me. I know a lot of people who would be squeamish. In a different era of my life, that might have been me. I have grown up a lot over the years.
Piper seems to be having a good summer so far. A hot girl dog summer. She likes to go out and bake on the deck for 20 minutes, come in and slorp down some water, then take a nap. After an hour or so, she'll come headbutt me to repeat the process. I'm down with it. For now. Ask me again in August.
But, you know. I'll post again before August. Probably.
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