Monday, January 20, 2014


Sunday. I woke up at 4:00 a.m. on Sunday.  It was cold outside (10 degrees F.) but it’s supposed to get much worse during the coming week. I read my book, snuggled under the covers, until 6:00 a.m. when the news came on. I got a cup of coffee and started watching it. Then I posted the Blog entry.

Next, I made a list of possible hardware needs, shaved, showered and dressed for the cold. I headed out to Home Depot around 9:30 a.m. I (hopefully) got everything I needed by 10:00. Since I was out there anyway, I stopped into Costco and got more peanuts for the squirrels. I grabbed some coffee for me, as well.

Next I went to the feed store for more birdseed. The wind had really picked up and it was biting cold.

I got home and stripped the bed. Then I started the next two loads of weekend wash. Meanwhile, I kept looking at that water line. I think I could go two ways with it and still haven’t decided which would be best. I got the parts for either way, but I just need to pick one (hopefully, the right one).

I ate some cottage cheese for brunch.

I still couldn’t decide on the ”correct” way to proceed with the water line. So, I decided to tackle the bar stool top my Brother Carl gave me at the Brother’s party to fix. He had somehow cracked it and asked if I could use my biscuit joiner to put it back together. Sight unseen, I said, “Sure!”

Note: I would have worked on this much earlier, but the furnace problem had intervened.

But, there were several problems, now that I was looking at it. It is concave (to fit your butt) and oval. The biscuit joiner works on flat, square boards, so you can duplicate the cuts on each board and then squeeze the p*ss out of them with clamps.

I managed to overcome (I hope) the concave problem. But, after gluing and installing the biscuits, there was no way to clamp it other than directly in the middle. I know, I tried…

So, I thought I would screw the ends in tight. But, I can’t find my drill! I know I was using it on the furnace, but what the hell I did with it after that, I don’t know.

Sidebar: This is one of the downsides of old age: Losing things or walking into a room, then trying to remember why you went in there. Or knowing somebody’s face and not remembering their name… It just sucks.

So, the best I can do is to let the glue dry for a couple of days. Then I’ll fill the end cracks with stainable wood putty. I’ll sand it (the concave design will be tricky) stain it and polyurethane it. It might not be perfect (and, I was trying for “perfect” to impress my Brother) but it will be functional.

It was too damn cold in the garage (seriously) for the glue to dry so I took it inside.

When I was done farting around with that, it was 2:30 p.m. I went in to take a nap, but the phone rang. It was my friend B___, checking in. So, I harangued him with my dishwasher blues.

Sidebar: Do I smell a new song here???

“Shoved it in and was doing fine,
Till I hit that old water line…”

Anyway, his advice was to bite the bullet and call a plumber. It might cost me a hundred bucks, but it would be done right and I wouldn’t set the house on fire or something.

He may have a point…

After we said goodbye and hung up, I took that nap. I woke up hungry so I started dinner.

I sautéed an onion and a handful of my stash of frozen green peppers (from my garden this year). Then I added about half of the corned beef (cut into cubes) and half of the veggies (rough-chopped and minus the cabbage). I seasoned that with salt and pepper and then put a lid on it (smaller than the skillet I was using) and pressed it down. I kept it flattened until I got a crust on my hash. Then I flipped it and did it again.

Meanwhile, I made the other half of the cabbage into coleslaw. I was going to get out the mandoline but then I thought if I couldn’t fine slice a cabbage I should just throw my chefs knives into the Rouge River. Besides, I have to hand wash all this crap, so my Shun would be easier than the mandoline, LOL! So, that’s what I did. I added some store-bought slaw dressing and that was that.

When the corned beef hash was done, I plated it with some coleslaw. Now, I thought about a picture, but there is nothing pretty about corned beef hash!

I watched some of the movie I just got. I had thought I could somehow stream it from the computer to the Roku, but couldn’t quite figure out how. So, I sat in the office chair.

When I got tired of sitting there (or maybe just tired) I stopped it and went to bed.


  1. Well, I see how you are! Heat is more important than my A@#. Appreciate all of the extra labor!
    Bill probably is right....cheaper in the long run!

  2. No, your A@# is equally important. I just had to keep my A@# from freezing to work on your problem!