Even though today was Sunday, we both found ourselves with our noses firmly shoved against the grindstone.
Lulu decided that she really needed some cinnamon raisin bread. So she baked some. While she was doing that, I added oil to my leaky transmission to fill it up and get a handle on how much it's leaking (1 pint every 20 hours of run time). And then, as if that wasn't enough for one day, I had to do some macrame. We bought one of those 3-tiered hanging baskets to store fruit and such in. The baskets are OK but the chain that held them up was a serious piece of crap. Every link was just a wire that was twisted into a sort of open figure-eight. The ends of the wire were not secured to each other in any way. We've had three incidences where the chain gave way and all the fruit dumped all over the deck. The last time it happened we were bouncing our way over the bar leaving Santa Barbara. So, I vowed to make something better.
So, today, I slaved under the blistering sun macrameing new lines to replace the chains.
And you thought you had it bad.
2 comments:
You are looking more and more like some old "salt" with the hat and the white beard. Love, Mom
Whoops better be careful with that "old" business because if you look old what does that say for me. Love, Mom
Cinnamon raisin bread...My favorite!
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