Ike and I have a lot in common at the moment, neither one of us seem to know which end is up.
I have slowed up on the biscuit trials for a while, giving Dad's stomach a chance to recover from my past endeavors.
Opened the dishwasher to have the door slam into my leg. Well hell, that smarted! The door spring had busted. No one within 50 miles had replacement parts. Ordered the parts online and they have arrived. Now to remove the kick plate and install the new spring and door linkage. Should be a snap...
Got an estimate from the gardener that used to do Mom's pruning. Say what, you want how much just to do the front! I would have had to severely deplete one of my emergency funds in order to afford that guy. If I take it one section at a time and stay on task I should have most of it done by the time I'm 70.
Some people get to go on ride-about on tropical islands, some people get to stay home and McGyver and wack brush, and burn biscuits... (grins)
|Ike, who is quite the character, is my nephew's pup|