This morning we were up and “at em'” at 3:30 a.m., to begin our very first weekend together here at Mist Cottage. That is the time Attila needs to get up for the next two weeks, to accommodate the shift he will be working. Since we retired to bed at 8:30 p.m. last night, we had no trouble waking up so early in the morning.
Today the washing machine will be installed in the basement, in theory. This house has given shelter to people who must have had next to no resources. The renovations that were done here used bits of lumber, and particle board pieces, all patched together to make studs and walls in the basement. This has come to light this morning during the attempt to move the washing machine into the area with plumbing. The last wall of a former mouldy bedroom is being removed, as this entry is being typed. The wall removal includes relocating a light switch and an electrical outlet. Not your usual prep work for installing a washing machine.
Yesterday the plumbing was redone, to accommodate the installation of a washing machine. Of course, one thing leads to another, and the old original kitchen tap began to leak when the water was turned back on. Another project, fix the leaking tap in the kitchen.
Attila has been enjoying himself. The extra preparation work for the washing machine install isn’t bothering him one bit. It is slowing down the project, but there is no hurry to get that done.
Yesterday I reduced the number of food canisters by two, by using the flour and the raisins in the canisters brought here from the country house. I baked raisin scones, a personal favourite of mine. There are more duplicates in the kitchen to merge, which means I will be doing a lot of baking for the next little while.
Terra dropped by yesterday for a chat, just in time for try my fresh baked raisin scones. She mentioned that she was thinking of buying a computer to do graphics. My old G4 desktop has a legal full version of Photoshop and Illustrator, so I offered the computer to her, and she carted away the computer, monitor, keyboard, and two boxes of software. None of the software will run on my newer computers, and I seldom, almost never, use it for anything else, so I am very happy that it is going to a good home.
This morning I gathered together the bits of dishes, and cutlery, and pots, and other kitchen items, all to go to the local women’s shelter. I considered having a lawn sale this morning, but really, for the $20 or so that I would make selling the items, it just doesn’t make sense. A yard sale is a lot of work, and I don’t like doing it. It is more important to me that the items make someone else’s life a little easier.
We filled three big boxes, and headed over to the local women’s shelter with them. They did not want the dishes, as they already had too many, but they were grateful for the other items, and there were a lot of other items. We were grateful that the items will be useful to someone. The dishes will go to a large corporate donation store in the nearby city, the next time I visit. We didn’t get everything into the boxes though, so another box is sitting in a corner ready to receive more duplicate items to pass along.
By mid-morning Attila had the washing machine installed. The first load was his work clothes. Wow, the machine is loud! It makes lots of incredible noises, but I know that soon I will be accustomed to them, and I will no longer notice them. The top loading machine is a little different than the front loading machine, and the clothes seem to be just as clean, and just as wrung out as with the front loader. We can conveniently leave the lid open when the machine is not in use, so that we shouldn’t have the issues with mould that were so persistent with the front loading machine.
I followed up with two loads of linens, and a load of my own clothes. Now the clotheslines are swaying in the breeze with our fresh, clean laundry.
Date: 1:00 PM EDT Thursday 24 September 2015
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.9 kPa
Visibility: 24 km
Wind: NE 18 km/h
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1875 – 1961