Browsing Archives for March 2008

Vintage Farmhouse Sink

March 3rd, 2008

We have a kitchen sink…in our kitchen…installed…

and you can turn it on and water comes out!

Right here in our kitchen!

And we can also wash our hands at the sink and fill up the coffee pot and wash fruits and veggies, and wash dishes, and get wet wash cloths and wipe the table and the countertops and fill up pots and pans and make spaghetti…no wait I can’t make spaghetti. I don’t have a stove. But I could soak spaghetti. I wonder if you soaked spaghetti long enough, would it be the same as cooking it?

And look – the world’s cutest drain strainer thingy. This drain strainer thingy is so cute and so beautifully precious that it makes me feel like a movie star! I never knew a drain strainer could make you feel like a movie star, but I do.

I am going to go get a drink of water now…

from my kitchen sink.

Camp Bathroom

March 3rd, 2008

Throughout my childhood summers I spent at least a week or two at various church camps. Later, I worked at a few camps, as both a lifeguard and a counsellor. I think I can safely say I am something of an expert in camp bathrooms.

Camp bathrooms – are well…campy. Bugs, tiny sinks, poorly placed or old useless mirrors, lack of proper outlets, dimly lit, doors that don’t lock or “curtains” for doors, or doors that refuse to stay closed unless you elongate yourself to clutch the bottom of door with one had while clutching yourself to the toilet with the other. Or my favorite – no doors.

Camp bathrooms tend to be in bad places – like off in the middle of the woods or a dark rainy jog from the cabin. Or RIGHT OFF the DINING HALL!

One summer, I worked at Camp Soaring Hawk in Purdy Missouri (that’s right Purdy). I was using the loo when the male custodian came in to clean. I had to clear my throat and cough to get him out. He felt the need to talk to me through the door and tell me he was sorry and blah blah blah. I just wanted him to leave!

Another time at Kerrville – a famous folk festival in Kerrville, Texas – I opened up a loo only to find a board with six or seven holes running down both sides of a small shed so that the occupants of the various “seats” sat knee to knee AND thigh to thigh as they emptied their various contents.

The first “spot” was occupied by a large scary woman with a cigar and a newspaper. I quickly joined the party, left my deposit, and fled. I found other facilities to use after that!

ANYWAY!! We have four bathrooms in our new house. But the only one that is usable at this point is the basement bathroom. It was quickly assembled by our wise plumber who had a feeling that the other bathrooms would not be ready in time. (We are waiting on tile floors to be finished.) We have no plans to finish our basement bathroom any tme soon – so there are only studs and no walls. Thus we have a usable bathroom with no walls…

Relying on my camp bathroom experience – I built a few flimsy walls.

Hung an inadequate mirror.

Found a shower curtain for a door.

I am so clever!

Thank God I went to camp.

Who knew it would prepare me for the future so well!


Is there a way to make a post on grass interesting? Because that is how I have been occupying myself these last few weeks. Growing grass. An acre of it. All around the house and the barn. And I’ll be darned if it ain’t coming up! All over the place! I feel like a freakin’ farmer!

I can’t take credit for all of it. The Country Doctor planted it and spread the fertilizer. He also did all the worrying. He knew that watering was going to be my job… and well, I don’t think he had much faith in me. But if there is one thing I can do, it is move hoses.

Some kids grow up raising pigs and cows, some kids grow up memorizing bus and subway routes, and some kids move hoses. I moved hoses… trying to keep trees and grass alive on the barren windswept high plains.

You may wonder why we did not install an underground sprinkler system. Uh yeah…uh …er…um…that would be because the because the budget for this house is busted. Wayyyyy busted. Busted on things like um electric wiring and um stone, and uh treads and risers for the uh staircase not to mention a last minute loft.

Besides, what else have I got to do? Moving the hoses has given my life meaning and purpose. Since my youngest has gone off and betrayed his mother by going to kindergarten, at least I have something to do to keep my mind off how much I miss him. And look – we have grass – everywhere! And it keeps coming up – more and more everyday!

All my shoes are muddy from moving sprinklers and hoses around on muddy ground. I had to run an errand a few days ago and could not find a single pair of shoes that were not caked with hardened clay. I saw my twelve year old son’s tennis shoes and slipped them on. They fit perfectly. Great! My baby is in kindergarten and my oldest son is so big now that we wear the same size of shoes! What is going to happen next? Are the two middle boys going to run off and join the merchant marines?

I bought the last two tractor sprinklers on the shelves at our local hardware store. One is a John Deere and One is an Ace True Value. The John Deere was ten bucks more than the Ace. Can you guess which one works about a jillion times better?