Our neighbor is an antiques junkie. When I helped her with that estate sale for that property she inherited, I spied an old medicine cabinet that I thought was awesome. It didn’t sell, so she took it home. When we started building our house, I asked her how much it would take to buy it from her. She told me to come get it when we were ready and we could have it.
Rude Ass got started on installing the plumbing fixtures in our shower. It took some creative problem solving since we were using bits and pieces from two different boxes. The rain shower head is chose came in a box with the tub filler and the temperature control valve. Since we have no tub, we aren’t installing the tub filler. That created a problem, because the diverted that tells the water which place to come out of? Is on the tub filler. Rude Ass came up with a solution that we actually kind of like, because it’s a little bit weird, just like us.
Yep, he put a red outdoor faucet knob in our shower to control waterflowtothe rain shower. He also got a button that will control water flow to the handheld shower head. He got the washing machine connection done, and a valve for water to the toilet (in case we don’t go with an incinerating toilet).
My kitchen back splash has been installed, and I think it looks amazing.
It looks even better when there’s a fire going in the fireplace, but I didn’t have my tablet down there to get pics of it. It’s an Italian, iridescent, murano glass mosaic that we snagged up when we got the opportunity to clean out a defunct tile warehouse some time ago. We also got some cobalt glazed tiles that will become the bathroom back splash, some textured (no slip) industrial kitchen tile that we’ll be using on the bathroom floor, and a small box of beautiful blue glass tiles that are iridescent that we will be using in the shower niches. They’re only 2×2 or so, and there aren’t many, so sadly I couldn’t do a backsplash or anything with them.
Final note: While I’m sitting here at work posting this, Sunshine is at home working on applying the top coat finish to as many of the walls as he can get to before dark. I’m going to be scheduling up a few days worth of posts because our Internet is booked at home. If I’m slow to respond to comments, I apologize and ask for your forgiveness. I’ll surely have to do some catch-up reading with all the blogs I follow, once we have Internet at home again. I promise, I haven’t abandoned anybody. I’m just dealing with the shitty Internet issues that seem to come with the territory when one lives in butt fuck nowhere.
We’ve gotten it in our heads that our next experiment is going to be growing pumpkins and gourds.
Hell, we already have a fairly rich stock of seeds, with more arriving every week thanks to my job. The downside to this is that much of that seed stock was buried in the muckheap of our compost pile. Our compost heap is filled with rotty pumpkins and gourds and fruits and shit, which gives it the unfortunate distinction of smelling like the runny tequila shits that spew forth from Satan’s bunghole the morning after a night of too many margaritas.
This morning, I suited up in some clothes I won’t cry over (much) if I have to burn them to rid them of the scent of Satan’s shithole and waded in. I wish I had gotten some pictures, but there’s no fucking way I’m risking dropping my phone or tablet in Satan’s tequila shits, so you’ll just have to use your imagination to get an image of me knee deep in rotty pumpkin juice and elbow deep in a giant pumpkin collecting the seeds.
While I was in there, smelling the insides of Satan’s colon, I took the opportunity to stabilize the fence panels that keep scavengers (mostly) out of our compost and condense the pile as much as I could with half a shovel and a hip injury that will never fully heal.
Of course, the minute I got done with all of that and closed the newly stabilized fence, Mr B came driving up on his big orange dirt mover machine (I mean tractor with bucket on it). I wasn’t turning down free tractor time just because I was calling myself done with the compost heap, and I opened it back up and let him smoosh and turn the pile. Some of the rotty pumpkins kept rolling away from his tractor bucket, so I had him back out for a minute while I jumped in and tossed them back on the pile to get smooshed. With no gloves on. Which would have been okay except for the damned maggot I felt crawling on my hand after I stepped back to safety.
Mr B got a good whiff of Satan’s morning-after tequila shits and filled his tractor bucket with some spare cellulose left over after his last E.P.I.C. experiment. He was on to something- -part of the aroma wafting forth from that muck hole was rotty pumpkins (which nothing can fix), but part of it was from having too much greens and not enough browns in the heap.
I still haven’t finished collecting all of the seeds. There are some gourds and mini pumpkins that I still need to split open and clean out. I’ll be damned if I was doing that without coming inside to get something to drink and whine to you guys about how awful I fucking smell right now. Besides, I need to do some quick research on how to properly prep these seeds to be stored until next spring.
Someone please send an emergency care package from Bath & Body Works, mmmkay?
Yesterday, I was helping the boss get an area of the yard cleaned up so he could bring in some more firewood. I’m lucky I didn’t break an ankle of something, because he area is a disaster of logs, canvas signs, broken pallets, giant bins of trash, and fuck knows what else.
But that’s not the point of this post. This is:
I didn’t see a broken pallet. I saw a towel rack for the bathroom or a blanket rack for the living room.
Now I just have to finish my coffee table and the candle holders. This pallet needs some repairs, and it definitely needs to be sanded smooth and sealed with some clear coat.
When am I going to allow myself time to make Christmas gifts? I really think I’m insane or something.
Mom gave me some little outdoor bistro chairs that have me making plans for an outdoor space off the bedroom of our little house.
She said she’d probably give me the matching table sometime in the not-so-distant future. I’m loving the patina on these chairs, and they have me dreaming of a little patio with desert landscaping where Sunshine and I can sit and have coffee in the mornings.
Mr B has a friend that is pretty knowledgeable about composting. This guy has invented a large-scale tumbling composter, and he’s found a freegan spool to make an even larger version of it for me.
I can’t reach all the way to the top. That’s how big this thing is!
Side note: this guy says we’re almost composting on an industrial scale, what with all that backdoor fruit my boss sends home with me. Whoa.
I got to pick his brain about composting. He says my compost heap stinks because it’s gone anaerobic. It’s gone anaerobic because I haven’t been putting enough brown in it. Brown is stuff like sawdust, wood chips, rotten sticks. He and Mr B had some cellulose left over from one of their product testing experiments, and Mr B and I tossed it into my compost heap. I’ve been instructed to keep my ratio of brown to green roughly equal.
This morning, I went out and added some newspaper and egg cartons, toilet paper and paper towel cores, and plain brown paper from deer feed bags to the old compost heap and started a new one with our household compost bucket contents and more of the paper products.
Sunday, when I go to work, I guess I’ll be doing my boss a favor by cleaning up all of the wood chips all and bits of bark around his firewood stacks so I can at least start trying to match the amount of backdoor fruits & vegetables I bring home.
My boss dropped over a bushel of peaches on me yesterday. The texture was off on them, so he asked me if I’d want to try to make anything out of them.
I had to send out a call for help, because there was no way they’d survive the day in my truck in the Texas heat, so I radio’d Mr B. His sister lives near my work, so she agreed to put them in her very well air-conditioned house until I headed home.
Sunshine just shook his head as he helped me get them in the house.
This morning, I’ve been getting my shit together to do something with all of these peaches.
I’ve got plans for some peach syrup, some vanilla peach jam, and possibly some canned peaches.
I’m keeping usable food out of the landfill, and I’m using all parts of the peaches. The skins and pits are being used to make the peach syrup. The small bits and mushy bits are going into the jam. The firm bits will be canned. If I have the energy, that is. This is a lot of fucking peaches. When I’m done for the day, everything unused (or left over) will go into our compost heap.
It’s going to be a long day. Wish me luck!