Repairs to the Farmlet

When we moved here three years ago, I walked in and could feel the love in this house.  The previous Lady of the Farmlet and her husband had been working so hard to make this a home for their family of five beautiful children.

Then, much to their joy, they got the dairy farm they had been wanting to get for so long and had to move.  Let me hear you say it dear friends… “Awww!”

Well, let me back up a bit, I had taken a red-eye flight on a Friday to get here and look for a new home for us to move into at the end of my contract with Pomona Unified.  My real estate agent Sarah George, met me at the airport and had me lined up to see about 8 houses in a 200 mile view-a-thon ending with the house across the street from the Farmlet.   After looking at all those homes I felt somewhat like Goldilocks and/or Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz…

“Too big, too small, those neighbors must be related to the dukes of hazard, too run down, are we kidding, they want that much for this dump?”  My head was spinning folks, and I was tired.

So we had just looked at the house across the street and it was one of the “too small” variety in the kitchen department.  A great home, but I could not cook in that kitchen.  I just knew!  So we walked out the door and there it was.  The for sale sign on The Farmlet.

Sara and I walked over and inquired about the cost, square footage, land size, etc.  It certainly wasn’t as big as the other properties we’d seen, but the floor plan was more to my liking and the kitchen/dining area was simply put, palatial!  (I guess when you have five children you really need room to move in the kitchen.)

Like I said, I could feel the love when I walked in.  I was also looking at the home with the eye of someone who would have a budget to refine the rough edges post-haste!  But, then of course, the economy quashed my plans by making it impossible to find work as a teacher here. (Bygones.  Really!)

Well, we had made sure when we moved that, no matter what, we would have a roof over our heads.  We used the equity from the sale of the old house in California to pay cash for the Farmlet AND to pay off all of our previous debts incurred there.  It was a clean slate.  A blessing in the making.

So, although we would be able to live on Bob’s salary, we would not be able to just jump in and spend money like water to make all the rough edges go away overnight.  One of the major, and most expensive, overhauls had to be done the first year.  A new HVAC system needed to be installed.  You can imagine that was expensive.

Hence, three years later we are finally able to start patching, painting, and fixing!  Now about that new HVAC system…

Removing the old system and putting in the new one meant that there were some issues in the hallway.

Like a hole in the wall that went through to the bedroom closet, and then right down under the house!

Granted there was a grill here for the return, and…

a galvanized housing to connect this hole in the floor to the one in the wall…

Now, we didn’t have the money to pay someone else to do this, nor do we have the skill to fix the bracing, or young enough bones to go crawling under the house with the spiders to do that job.  So this meant we had to come up with another plan.

Our plan?  Lay in some plywood cut to fit the whole floor surface of the closet, then put the shoe molding back in around the edges.  Now, laying the same shoe on its side with the rolled edge facing out, and voila, a nice smooth edge facing out.  We painted the new floor on the inside of the closet with several coats exterior grade paint to allow a more durable finish.

After

My camera was behaving very badly, but you get the idea.

We also had to patch the other side of this hall because we took out the old gas wall heater.  This wall was is a nightmare.   Many moons ago there was a pot-bellied stove in this hall, and the stack was attached to the chimney that ran right up and out the roof ( inside the wall here).  Well this is what we had…

The weight from the wall heater was pulling the wall board out and away from the studs in the wall! 

And now!

I’m pleased…

Of course, there was one problem that will not go away with any amount of patching.

The arrow is pointing to a giant lump in the wall (and its shadow on the door casement)  and friends, there is no amount of plaster that will make that go away. It is the flange that the old stovepipe fit into, and it is firmly attached to the crumbling brick stack in the wall.

The old chimney is collapsing within the wall and will have to be removed… but that is a project for another day.

Next stop?  The guest bedroom!  This room should be much easier and faster, clean, patch, sand, paint done!  This should be a three-day project instead of two weeks.  It is taking a bit longer due to unforeseen electrical issues, but we’re getting there…  Then I can move the furniture in!

Meanwhile…

(Can you find the kitty in this picture?)

I have to finish unloading (read getting rid of) all the stuff that we’d stored and accumulated in the now empty spare room.

Why do I feel like an episode of HoArders?

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A Hot MESS

Today I’ve been on my feet all day.

6:30  Feed and water the chickens and geese

8:00  Made Salsa

Ingredients:

5 lbs fresh picked tomatoes

1 lb fresh picked jalapeno peppers

3/4 cup fresh squeezed lemon juice (or same volume white vinegar)

1 lb fresh picked cilantro

2 teaspoons Kosher Salt

Preparation:

Washed tomatoes and chop.  Seed and deveined one pound of Jalapeño peppers, chop.  Peeled and chopped one pound of onion.  Peeled and chopped 6 large garlic cloves.  Added all of the above to my large dutch oven with the lemon juice and  two teaspoons of Kosher Salt,    Simmered on the stove for 10 minutes.  Washed, patted dry and chopped  1/4 cup cilantro.

Meanwhile, I sterilized 6 pint jars and put them into the oven 175 degrees to keep warm.

When the salsa was done cooking for the recommended time, I quickly stirred in the chopped cilantro, and then packed the salsa into the jars.

Following good canning (or jarring) practice of course!  I then placed the jars into a hot water bath with two inches of water above the lids and boiled for 15 minutes to process.

When the timer went off I then carefully removed the jars to a wire rack to cool.  Listening with delight as each jar made that certain ‘pop’ which told me I was successfully sealed.

12:45 PM  WHERE DID THE TIME GO!!!  Realizing I need to be in downtown Huntsville for a Dr’s appointment at 2:10  I run for the shower, finish, jump out, get dressed, brush teeth, gargle, spritz hair and run my fingers through it briskly.

Looking in the mirror I realize I no longer look like the sophisticated and lovely Judi Dench

(My recent hair cut given to me with scissors, behind closed doors  by moi.)

And far too late to do aNyThInG about it I have suddenly realized I am the spitting image of…

(Christopher Walken Photo Credit linked to picture ~ click)

1:30  Shove dogs out door to pee.

1:40  Call dogs back in so I can go!

1:45  Jump in car drive like hell, get to Dr’s parking lot, ACTUALLY FIND A PARKING SPACE!  (Will miracles never cease!)  Fly into the building take elevator to second floor…

2:10  ON TIME,  OH YEAH!  Dr. ex-rays hand, finds that damage from large box of books that fell onto my hand (when moving three yrs ago) has caused the cartilage, in the joint that holds my thumb in place on my wrist, is gone.   Yeah, it hurts like  heck all the time.   Dr. gives me a shot that hurts way more than ‘Like HECK,’ then puts a band-aid on the injection site and sends me home.  (I am allowed three of these injection treatments by the way, and then it’s surgery)  Eh…

3:45  I leave Dr’s office and go to the Fresh Foods Market because, hey as long as I am here, I might as well get some of those awesome gluten free wraps I found there the last time I was in…  OH no! GONE!

I asked the supplier, who just happened to be there, “Where were they moved to?”

He replies in a very blasé voice, “Sorry, they’re discontinued.”

Sigh.

4:10  Hop in car, get on highway, drive home.

4:30  Waiting fourth in line to make the left hand turn that leads to the home stretch in HeAvY traffic.  The dude in front of me is just sitting there looking over his shoulder, and seriously, he’s trying to get back into the traffic lane!

What the…  Are we serious?  Now the light has turned red again and he jackrabbits into the car wash parking lot, blows through onto my road home, and follows the light through to continue north on the highway!  Seriously.

4:50  I am home.  I walk in, my kitchen is a hot mess because I didn’t have time to deal with it before I left and I realize I have a smile on my face.

Why you ask?

Because in spite of the hot mess, and the tired feet, and the shot of cortisone that hurt ‘way more than HECK,’ I am home.  I have 6 pints of summer put up for this winter, with more to come, Bob just walked through the door, and now it is the weekend!

No, your eyes do not deceive you, there really are only five jars… Bob couldn’t wait and opened one up!   😉

So what makes you smile on days like this?

UPDATE

Peggy, a good friend of mine, shared this little video and song on the topic of canning and a “little bit of summer.”  I liked it so much that I wanted to share it with all my dear readers.

It is simply and appropriately titled:

Canned Goods