All's well that ends well. So the saying goes.
The morning I watched the roofers drive away passed, and the next morning dawned cloudy. Although the sun was not shining, they came, six of them. Cheerful, friendly fellows emerged from vehicles, leaned a ladder against the front eaves, and climbed up onto the roof.
By noon, they were gone, leaving no trace of their activities, but beautiful rows of new shingles and a single nail on the birdfeeder.
Attila dropped by while they were here. He had a chat with the gentleman director of the project, who took a short break to descend the ladder when Attila arrived.
As it happened, we needed vents installed for the sake of the warranty. Off Attila drove to the local building center and back again he came, with the vents in tow. This satisfied the warranty.
Only one sheet of plywood had rotted and needed replacing, this was done.
That was a Friday. Saturday saw a light dusting of snow, which was only the beginning. It has snowed every day since the new roof and vents were installed. We are cozy here, in our little marshmallow topped house. Moreover, we are dry.
Inside the house, all is well.
Mist had her monthly flea treatment yesterday. This time Attila applied the treatment, and met with a lot more resistance than I did. She knew what he was about to do to her, and she was determined to escape. It took two of us to hold her still and apply the treatment to her skin.
However, rather than sulk for days, she recovered her friendly demeanor towards us within a few hours.
I have been busy with apples today, windfall apples. Attila brought home a partial bushel of windfall apples a few weeks ago. I have been baking with them regularly, but they are not disappearing fast enough. That one bad apple is in the bushel.
Half of the apples are now in the Crockpot sitting on the kitchen table. This method of preparing applesauce requires little effort beyond peeling and slicing the apples. The Crockpot is filled with sliced apples, a little brown sugar, a little nutmeg, and a little cinnamon to taste. A cup or so of apple juice is poured over the lot and it cooks until the apples turn into applesauce.
A chocolate cake is already out of the oven and cooling on the rack, and will soon be ready for icing. Luna has a birthday coming up and she likes chocolate cake. Though she will eat very little of it, she enjoys the gesture. The rest of us enjoy the cake. Everyone is happy.
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