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Handyman

I am pretty good at fixing things around the house. Husband isn’t very handy, and repairs have usually been left to me. In the last few years, however, I have discovered that any repair involving a ladder is too much for me, as I have become increasingly scared of heights.

Yesterday we had a handyman service come to replace batteries in the garage door opener motor, program some new garage door opener remotes, and replace the closure in the garage ceiling that leads up to the attic. The old closure had fallen out and cracked. We also had them hang a large mirror in the livingroom. That involved heavier work than I was prepared for.

Everything went quickly and smoothly. Now that the mirror is up I think I can finally hang the pictures that have been stacked in the basement. I plan to have an electrician come to replace all the fairly aged wired-in smoke detectors in the bedrooms. I am thankful for all our helpers.

What repairs around the house do you leave for the experts? Post some working songs.

Chunk Mess

We have a new baby in the neighborhood; they came home on Saturday.  These are newish neighbors so I don’t know them super-well.  With folks you don’t know, and young to boot, it’s hard to gauge what kind of gift to get.  I wasn’t invited to any showers and these days new parents seem to want the types of stuff that I either have never heard of or is out of my price range.  I need a small, casual gift.  My go-to is the chunk journal.

This is a small photo album, just 4 x 4, with lots of pretty paper and embellishments.  The front and back cover is made with corkboard – I get the 4 x 4 coasters online.  It’s easy to make and I get to use up stuff from my way-too-big craft stash.  Papers, ribbons, stickers, bling.  The only problem with the chunk journal is the mess:

I don’t have a plan when I start a chunk journal except the number of pages (I usually do 24 pieces, so places for 48 photos.  As I cut paper and take out various embellishments, I don’t put them back right away, as I may want to use them again on later pages.  This means my desk is covered in all kinds of stuff that I’m not willing to return to its home until I’m all done with the journal.  As I get closer and closer to the end, I get a little more ruffled about the mess.  I start to put stuff away in my head.  That means I get two endorphin kicks at the end.  I’ve finished the gift and I get to start the clean-up.  Unfortunately, this is the only time I get all excited about cleaning up in my studio.  Rats.

Do you have any go-to gifts (any occasion)?  Do you purchase gifts off folks’ registries?

The New Year

I can’t say I regret the end of 2025. This has been the most disturbing and disruptive year in my memory.

Moving and politics have taken their toll. We are very happy where we are in terms of location. I have hopes the political situation will improve.

Our goals are modest. We want to install raised vegetable beds in the back yard. We want to plant Boyne raspberries. Husband wants to improve his guitar skills. We are not traveling.

We plan to have best friend relocate here in the spring, and get a Cesky sibling for our pup. All these things are potentially exhausting, but change that is in our control is far more manageable than unexpected change.

What are your goals for the new year? Garden and travel plans?

Christmas And Pets

As you can see from the photos below, our cat has claimed the Christmas tree for her own. Ever since we put it up she has been sleeping under it and drinking the tasty water in the tree holder. She walks around it as though she owns it.

This is first Christmas tree we have had for about three years. Other years we were traveling to Brookings and didn’t want to have a fully decorated tree sitting around unattended for days. Luna the tabby has been known to to climb the tree and/or knock down and play with ornaments. She also chewed the straw beards off the Julebukke. I am happy to report that the dog has ignored the tree entirely. Our previous Welsh Terriers were famous for unwrapping presents and stealing ornaments.

We bought the current Frasier fir at the local farm store. It is fairly small. We put a string of lights on it, and plan to decorate it today. We shall see if Kyrill can resist plucking ornaments off the tree. This is a pretty low key holiday for us even with the tree. Best friend is coming down. This is the first Christmas in decades we aren’t doing any Christmas music in church. We will celebrate with our son and his family January 3rd. His cat and dog leave their tree alone. Luna will probably give us heck for taking down the tree after Christmas. It is her tree, after all.

How have your pets treated your Christmas tree, decorations, and presents? Do your pets have Christmas stockings?

Giving In

One disadvantage of our subscription to the NYT cooking app is that we end up cooking things we hadn’t initially planned to cook. Some of those recipes are hard to resist.

We start the week out with a good plan for meals. Last week, for example, Husband decided to make chili ala Penzeys, and I thought that the chili and a North German fischgulash would take us through all week and weekend, and we made both. Then I saw a NYT recipe for braised pork shoulder. We told each other that would have to wait until the following week. We had all the ingredients for all three dishes except two large leeks for the pork shoulder. Wouldn’t you know, I spied two large and beautiful leeks in our local grocery store on Saturday. They rarely have such lovely leeks there. Well, of course I had to buy them, and I spent yesterday making the pork shoulder, since we couldn’t let those lovely leeks get funky in the fridge. Husband justified the purchase by conceding there was pork shoulder in the freezer that just had to be used up.

This is sort of a family problem. Daughter lamented her inability to resist the urge for buying things she doesn’t need from young children at markets and booths. Saturday she ended up with earrings, a knitted hat, bracelets, and origami. She said “How do you resist buying a hat from a 7 year old boy who loves to knit?”

What are you finding hard to resist these days? What kind of excuses do you make for giving in?

Jiggling The Wires

We were having some problems with our 15 year old gas stove. If you didn’t start a burner just right, the whole control panel would short out, and we would have to reset the clock, the timer, and the ovens if we had them going.

This was pretty annoying, so we called the local appliance repair company. The technician came out, unplugged the stove from the electrical socket, and pulled the stove out (now I know where the gas turnoff is for the stove. That was an anxiety for me). He removed the back of the stove, checked for frayed wires, checked out connections, replaced the back, and put the stove into position. Nothing needed to be replaced or fixed. It worked perfectly. No matter how the burners were started the electrical panel didn’t short out. The repair guy said sometimes just unplugging the appliance and jiggling the wires will do the trick. We plan to get a dual fuel stove in summer, as electric heat is better for baking. If there wasn’t a gas connection, I would have loved to jiggle the wires.

What appliance woes have you experienced? How are you at jiggling the wires and seeing what happens? Any current appliance worries for you?

A Thing Of The Past

For the first time ever we have an insulated three stall garage with copius built-in cupboards and cabinets. It has yet to get below freezing out there.

There is some trouble in paradise, however, since the cupboards take up so much space that Husband’s pickup is too long to fit in the garage. He is happy to park it outside, but he is concerned how to make sure it can start on the coldest days.

When he worked on the Fort Berthold Reservation he had an electromagnetic thingy that attached to the engine block and kept everything nice and warm. The only problem with one of those now is that he has to crawl under the truck to attach it, and he isn’t that limber anymore. It also needs to be removed before you drive the vehicle. I phoned a local car repair place and asked if the still installed block heaters, something that he could easily just plug in. They hemmed and hawed and told me that block heaters are a thing of the past but they could install one. I declined, as they sounded so hesitant. We went to NAPA and got another electromagnetic thingy and he will deal with it. It is on the oilpan now. If he has trouble crawling out and standing up I will help him.

For some reason, this put in my mind a conversation I had with a directory assistance operator I had in the early 1980’s when we lived in Winnipeg. This was before computer search engines. I needed the phone number for the Curtis Hotel in Minneapolis. We had stayed there on our honeymoon a year or so before and were planning a trip to the Cities. The operator told me there was no such number. I argued with her that there must be, and she finally got exasperated with me and said “Ma’am, they blew it up!” I had missed that news.

What have you discovered to be obsolete? Any memories of the Curtis Hotel? Do you have an engine block heater?

Family Music

Husband and our 7 year old grandson spent most of Thanksgiving Day in the basement messing around with various string instruments. Grandson brought the three-quarter size guitar we got him in the summer. He and his Opa (Husband’s German name. I am Oma.) practiced tuning the guitar and his cello to eachother, and Opa taught him the difference between bass and treble clef, and that you could play the same tune in both clefs. Grandson also noodled around on the piano upstsirs using the sustain pedal until it got too annoying and we had to have him stop. He actually asked Opa if they could “jam” next time.

During the afternoon, grandson came upstairs and excitedly announced “Opa is teaching me finger picking”. He is to start piano and guitar lessons in the spring. At home he likes to just strum his guitar once a day and practice trying to play chords. He also thought Opa’s cello was pretty cool.

I learned cooking, gardening, and that History was a most interesting subject from my grandparents. Grandson wants me to make tirimisu with him one of these days, and loves to cook with his parents. I am so glad we can help foster these interests, as they really make for a satisfying life.

What skills did your older relatives and grandparents teach you? What names did you use to address your grandparents?

Misplaced

Except for thirty banker’s boxes full of books, we have unpacked everything else from the move. We are awaiting the arrival of seven bookcases sometime next week.

There are a few things that we can’t find, and I doubt they are in with the books. I am missing the widemouth graniteware funnel I use to fill canning jars. The cornstarch container has gone missing. Snow scrapers for the truck are nowhere to be found. All of those are easily replaced.

Husband was distressed earlier this week, however, when he couldn’t find his cello endpin anchor. It prevents the cello from sliding out from underneath him when he plays it on a wood or laminate floor. I found some on Amazon, but they would take several days to arrive, and he really wanted to try out the cello . We searched all over with no luck, and then I got what I thought was a brilliant idea for a temporary solution. The plug for the kitchen sink broke shortly after we moved in, and we went to Ace Hardware in town to get a replacement. Since we weren’t exactly sure what one would work the best so we bought a couple of different kinds. I remembered that one we had stored under the sink would work great for an endpin. It was rubber and perfectly shaped if put upside down:

He was so happy to play his cello. I will order some real endpins, as he always seems to misplace them, but this will work well for now.

What have been some of your memorable misplacements? What have been some of your more brilliant ideas?

Annoying Pet Games

We have owned various terriers since 1989. One thing we have learned with them is that everything in life is a series of games, dead serious games that must be played to their fullest.

Our current Cesky Terrier is no exception. If he isn’t tugging viciously with his Wubba and dashing its brains out, he is chewing vigorously on his squeaky ball and tossing it around the room at our feet. You can see it in the header photo. We used to get him squeaky yellow tennis balls, but he can eviscerate those in 10 minutes, so we got him the rubber Kong ones. Those last a couple of weeks.

The dog would tell you that our frustration with his current obsession of tossing the balls at our feet while we sit in the livingroom is entirely our fault. We should have taken him and his squeaky ball to the furniture store in Sioux Falls when we bought the new sofa. arm chair, and matching ottoman. Then we could have made sure there was enough clearance under the furniture for his ball to roll under and for it to hit the wall and roll back out, or for us or him to retrieve it easily. As it is, he tosses the ball, he tries to grab it before it rolls under the sofa, and if he misses, it is stuck and he sits and cries until we retrieve it for him. This means we can use the Swiffer floor sweeper to sweep it out, get down on our hands and knees and reach under and grab it, or move the furniture. This happens multiple times a day. It is exhausting.

I tried to solve the problem by stuffing thin throw pillows under the sofa and chair to block the ball. We haven’t enough of them for all the fronts and sides of the furniture, so I plan to buy swimming pool noodles and cut them to size and see how that works. The games must go on. The only thing worse than a gaming terrier is a bored terrier.

What are your favorite games to play? How about your pets?