It is Saturday. I like Saturdays these days, Attila has weekends off, and has done for a few good years now. Weekends are something to look forward to, a time of shared activity, a bit of conversation, and a break from the endless isolation that is my life.
Attila has had a chance to work outside today, the temperature rose to about 6C, balmy. He is tackling the roof facia this weekend. Animals, squirrels and grackles to be exact, have chewed through the fascia all along the south side, to gain entry between the rafters and setup housekeeping. Attila is installing new fascia boards that should last a few years before they too are chewed and pecked through by our unwelcome guests.
We had a nice discussion this morning about the new wash station for the back porch, resulting in a final design sketch, and a cut list. Because we keep almost everything that comes our way, there is enough wood here to complete the project, and stain to make it look nice. The stain is left over from staining the deck at the Country House, which we moved out of almost seven years ago. The countertop for the work station will be constructed from the cupboard doors that were removed to install the refrigerator, and the dishwasher in the kitchen. When the pieces are cut, I will begin to stain them. The weather should be above 5C most days in the weeks to come, so I can work at my own pace during the day.
As I am sitting here writing, I watch Attila rummaging around in the refrigerator. Attila loves the kitchen. He loves to cook. The refrigerator and range we have in this kitchen at Mist Cottage were not intended to be long-term appliances. They were the cheapest appliances we could find on the market after we purchased the house more than 11 years ago, when Mist Cottage was our second property. We had imagined that when we moved we would bring our higher end appliances with us, but they sold with the Country House. And here we are, these bottom end appliances are functioning fine, getting the job done, carrying on, totally unaware that they would not be our first choice. They show a few signs of wear. One burner on the range only works if the setting is medium or higher. One vegetable drawer in the refrigerator has cracked and been repaired with duct tape.
This led me to think about my Granny’s refrigerator. As long as I can remember, which is a long time now, she always had the same refrigerator. It would have been purchased in the 1930s or 1940s, my Mom might remember when. Life without refrigeration is unimaginable to me. By the time I was born Granny’s refrigerator was standing near the door in the kitchen. It did the job until at least into the 21st century, to eventually be stolen from the house after my Grandparent’s had passed away. I remember the interior of that refrigerator, the open wire shelving, the hum of the motor in the kitchen, the smell of cold food when the door was opened, the freezer that had to be manually defrosted. And best of all, I remember the cookie tin on top of the refrigerator, where my Granny kept her date filled oatmeal cookies, a memory that has lasted a lifetime!
Updated on Sat, Apr 2, 8:05 PM
FEELS LIKE 1
Wind 8 SW km/h
Humidity 64 %
Visibility 25 km
Sunrise 6:45 AM
Wind gust 12 km/h
Pressure 101.4 kPa
Ceiling 5700 m
Sunset 7:37 PM
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
e e cummings
1894 – 1962