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How Do You Do Things?

I watch people work, and I realize how differently we all approach tasks. Most of the time, we all have the same outcome — task completed! However, we each do things differently. I do better when I’m doing multiple things.

For instance, I came home from church on Sunday and milk was spilled in the refrigerator. At first I was slightly annoyed, and then I realized I needed to clean the fridge anyway, so why be hateful about it?

The cleaning began. First I took everything out. I was also unloading a few groceries.

There were “science projects” inside the fridge — moldy food. Yuck.

As I pulled out the potatoes, I thought “why not make some potato salad?”

Which required some chopping..

So while I had the celery out…I thought I’d rinse it in vinegar and seal it so that it’ll keep longer. (If you have not got a Mason jar sealer yet, you need one. Trust me.)

Do you see a pattern here? I’m not even thinking about wiping down the refrigerator at this point. Also, notice the groceries never got put away.

And then…the potato salad. I made it.

It was yummy! So…I sat down and ate some. Still no movement on actually cleaning the refrigerator.

But….then…I got moving.

Cold cut drawer. Check.

Removed shelves, wiped, disposed, cleaned and then put things back in. Check.

All clean. Everything put away nicely. I see two prepared dinners in there. There is a frozen casserole on the right with the red lid that is thawing for tonight, and beef kabobs on the left for dinner on Monday. (We have frozen casseroles on Sunday night because I hate cooking on Sunday. I actually hate cooking every day, but on Sunday, it’s particularly offensive. )

And…tidied the kitchen. Everything came together at the end.

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Up Swinging Bridge Road

Hi there! I went for a walk this morning with a couple of friends, Nancy and Lisa.  They remain unseen in the pictures at this time.  Shy.

We walked in the direction against the river flow.  Around here, we either walk “up river” or “down river” or “up the road” or “down the road.”    We walked “up river” this morning.

It’s a nice flat walk, and we encountered a number of pals along the way.

Fence Row 2

Our first friend is a bit dead.    It used to be a possum.  We have lots of vultures living along the river that take care of roadkill matters,  but with the number of groundhogs, skunks, and possums meeting an early demise this summer, one squished possum is not worth picking up.  RIP possum!

Up a little farther in the picture is Annalee.  Annalee is our neighbor’s Great Pyrenees dog.  These dogs are common in our area because small farmers cannot afford to lose livestock to coyotes.  There are three on Swinging Bridge Road–there’s Molly, Annalee and Snowball.  Annalee is very protective of her place, so she’s not happy when we walk by with Mack on the leash.  Mack is a Golden Retriever.  He could care less about Annalee and her glaring, barks, growls and other issues she has with him.  While he does wonder about what’s underneath that dirty white fur, he really only loves his Mommy, Miss Nancy.  If asked, Mack says, “Annalee, well…she is a bitch.”

Going a little further…some pretty horses.   These horses are ridden to church every Sunday in nice weather.

Nice horsey!

Here’s a turtle!!  Not my best friend, but I’m respectful of her place in the river and hope she doesn’t get run over.  Must be laying eggs, as I normally don’t see these turtles unless they are sunning on a log in the river.  A loud noise, and they all go SPLASH!  Maybe we’ll try and capture this on video for a future post.

Here’s Betty Butterbutt.   Don’t bother the turtle Betty Butterbutt!  You will be very sorry! 

Everyone in Mendota has two or three dogs.  She belongs to the Hammond family who also owns Annalee.  She used to be Betty Butternut because some of her fur is the color of butternut squash.  Somehow her name changed to Betty Butterbutt.

Finally, we’re passed the dogs, and here’s some pretty flowers along the road.  One of the good things that has occurred due to the economic downturn is that VDOT uses less herbicide resulting in more flowers!      Every cloud has a silver lining (something my mother used to say.)

This walk ends, and I’m home.  Since I’m sweaty, I decide to water the raised beds.   We need rain badly in southwest Virginia.

Oh no….I have a visitor that I really do like but she doesn’t really know when to leave.

Mrs. Summer Squash!  And there are babies hiding under the umbrella of leaves!    We will be up to our elbows in this stuff over the next month!  I see a squash recipe in a future post.

Tomorrow we are continuing with our project work around the house.    Mike and a friend will begin installing hardwood in the guest house bedroom,  and I’ll be working in the main house guest bedroom making new window treatments.

 

 

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Remember the Corn Family?

Last month when I was in North Carolina, my husband told me about our “visitors” which turned out to be the Corn Family.   If I could insert a link, now would be the time to do it, but I haven’t learned to do that yet.  Pesky links!  Anyway…

Here’s what they looked like when they arrived:

Mr. and Mrs. Corn

It’s been about a month–a very dry month too!    However, take a look today!  The Corn Family seems to be thriving.

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Coming Home To Virginia

 

Hay Cutting Time May 2012

Last week I made an overnight trip to Alpharetta, Georgia for work.  I got home just in time to see Mr. Faust mowing hay in the backyard.  Smelled so good.  If I could package this smell, I’d be a rich woman!

Even after one night, I get excited returning home to Mendota.   Clinch Mountain…happy feet…security.  All one and the same to me.

I am a mountain person.  I don’t feel safe if Clinch Mountain is not at my back.   In Adriana Trigiana’s book Big Stone Gap, Ave Maria describes herself as a “mountain girl with a flat butt.”  That’s me.

I am not, however, dissing an overnight trip.   I even brought a pal back home with me.

My pal PB!

She’s got good taste!   Stuff for the master bedroom.  I’ll show you the pictures when the goodies come out of the bag.   Currently, I’ve got PB and her contents hidden in the closet.   Beginning next week, I’m starting the process of cleaning and painting and freshening up the inside of my house.  It’s dirty filthy nasty!

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Mendota Cemetery Benefit 2012

dale jett hello stranger

Dale Jett & Hello Stranger

Last night was the Mendota/Mt. Vernon Cemetery  Benefit 2012.  Here’s what went good and what when bad:

Good things…people came!  They came to our benefit.  I never doubted the talent of the artists — Dale Jett & Hello Stranger (in the photo…that’s Dale Jett, Theresa Jett and Oscar Harris).   They have played at the Opry.  However,  I kept thinking of  Oscar’s comment that sometimes “at home…people just think that’s ol’ Dale and ol’ Oscar…we see them at the Rally Mart.”

That was not the case.  They played their best, and the people gave their best.  They clapped and clapped and when Oscar thanked them, they kept clapping.  I teared up.  Bet that Dale, Oscar, and Theresa were sniffling around on the stage, too!

Note to self:  Next year bring tissues!

Bad things…we ran out of food!    Given the opportunity, we’ll do better next year.   We planned for 200.    350 showed up.   We totally underestimated this benefit.

My feet are hurting but my heart is full.

Oh….and we raised money.  It looks like each cemetery (we divided the proceeds between Mt. Vernon Cemetery and the Mendota Cemetery) will get about $1500 to help with the mowing expense.  We sold a bunch of quilt tickets, too, and that is not in the count.

I recall my sister, Pat, nudging me a few years ago when we were sitting at the Mendota Homecoming.  She said “don’t you just love living in the country?”

I do.

 

 

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Cemetery Quilt

My parents are buried in a community cemetery.  It’s so pretty.  So peaceful.  My husband and I will be buried there.   I hope that’s not for a while.

At one time, the Mendota Cemetery had enough money gaining interest to pay for the upkeep, but that was when interest rates were 12% and gas for the mowing was 60 cents per gallon.  Now, we have to do fundraising.    We are quite a little fundraising machine.  There’s bingo.  We have afghans with screen printed pictures of our rural scenes.  We have cookbooks.  Did I tell you that we never charge any community member for burial there?  Part of the tradition of rural life is pulling together during hard times, and death is a hard time.

We’re raffling off a quilt this year as part of our fundraising.  We’re having a benefit, too, but I’ll write about that later.

Quilt called Common Ground

The quilt is a compilation of 30 women, but there were really only a few that did most of the work.  I was not one of the few, but I did sew six or seven strips together, so I can claim my piece of the quilt’s history.  It’s called “Common Ground”…or maybe “Uncommon Ground”?  See, I don’t even know but I’m still taking credit for part of the quilt!

As the quilt neared completion, we wondered if we could sell 500 tickets.  Margie called me.  I called Nancy.  Nancy called Margie.  Margie called Lisa.  Lisa called Chris.  Chris called Linda.  Maybe not all in that order, but you get the picture.   We could not decide.

I ordered big.   I recalled my neighbor Jennifer saying “we serve a big God…think big!”  She was talking about another subject, but I recalled her statement when ordering the raffle tickets, so I ordered not 500 — but 1,000!!!   Guess what?  Tonight I ordered another 1,000 tickets!

We will have to do a quilt every year following this success.    Maybe I can do more than six strips!!

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