In yesterday’s blog I told you about how our son Travis helped me take down part of the fence on our pasture, get the deer fence started around our fruit trees, and move a bunch of pallets to the barn so I could store my tractor implements out of the weather. As I said in that blog, while we were busy doing that, Terry wasn’t letting any grass grow under her feet either.
The microwave oven that came with our place was showing its age and she wanted to replace it with a low-profile Whirlpool unit, the same model as the one that we had our buddy Jesse Bolton install at our place in Florida. For some reason, ever since we moved so far away, Jesse hasn’t wanted to drop everything and come and help us out with a project like he used to. I guess it’s one of those out of sight out of, mind things. 😊
This left Terry to her own devices, which is never a problem because there’s nothing she can’t do. Sometimes she gets intimidated going in and thinks that it’s going to be a problem, until after she tears into it and realizes she can handle it just fine. Before Travis and I started working outside, he helped her get the old microwave down.
Then, while we were outside doing our thing, she took the backing plate for the old unit off the wall and replaced it with the one for the new microwave. Before we took Travis home, it was a simple matter for us to lift the new microwave into place while Terry secured everything together.
In the morning we usually have breakfast sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, but we just had some old wooden stools that we’ve been carrying around for quite a while, and they weren’t all that comfortable. Terry decided she wanted something nicer and spent some time looking for something that suited her on the Internet.
When she did, she ordered them; four counter-high padded swivel stools with backs. Of course, like everything, assembly was required. And like everything, Terry made it look easy. She loves projects like this, while the best I can do is stay out of the way and not slow her down.
The stools look really nice and are very comfortable. I’m impressed! But then again, I’m impressed with everything Terry does.
For example, the other day I told you about the delicious roasted chicken she made. Last night she used some of the leftover chicken to make amazing chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles. An old friend of mine named Larry Greenstein used to call chicken soup Jewish penicillin, because he said it’s always good for what ails you. If that’s true, Terry’s soup was so good that we shouldn’t get sick for the next year, at least.
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.
Thought For The Day – In a pie eating contest, it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, because either way you get to eat pie.