Via Instapundit: USEFUL, BUT STILL SAD. Adulting School Teaches Young Adults Grown-Up Skills. “Get your car’s oil changed? That’s adulting. Cook dinner instead of order takeout? That’s adulting. And now a new school in Maine, called the Adulting School, is dedicated to teaching skills like these to fledgling adults so they can become successful grown-ups.
You are correct! I am cleaning off my desk! I made space for seven–7!– more books on my desktop. (And just so there’s no confusion, I’m referring to an actual real dead slab of oak.)
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
In response to this: the drudgery of housework And this: slaving away in the kitchen Dear Mrs./Ms Moore, Presumably you have a house or an apartment or an igloo or a tarpaper shack or maybe even a double-wide that you share with others whom you love. Your abode probably contains someone’s favorite chair, a scratched
Crappy old stuff: The Meal Planner’s Creed The Food Shopper’s Creed The Cook’s Creed Brought to you by Meta Givens’ The Modern Family Cookbook (1953) and inspired by this at Acculturated.
“Lights of Other Days” by John Frederick Peto (1854-1907), from The Beauty of America in Great American Art (MCMLXV– that’s 1965 for those who don’t do Roman numerals); image from Art Institute Chicago. The other day, when I told the story of the Libertarian washing machine, faithful reader Suek commented with these thoughts on light bulbs,
A Libertarian washing machine. The choices are not endless, but you are the one who makes them! You may recall I was in a snit the other day over my new washing machine. In comments, SueK asked for the skinny. Here we go. I really cannot remember the last time I had to buy a
It’s a busy but quiet Saturday here on the Farm. Mr. Big Food is busy taking a post-lunch nap so as to be well rested for the playoff game later this afternoon. Miss M is … . Not quite sure what busywork engages Miss M– she’s been so busy we’ve hardly seen her! I myself
I hope this finds you warm & well. Today was Epiphany. Here’s that infallible source’s entry on the day. I’ve never taken the time to read up on Epiphany. What I know of the day and its celebration are from childhood tradition: Today’s the day Christmas comes down. I should count up the number of mini-lights
I’m re-doing the bookshelves in the BunkHouse! We are moving at the speed of . . . putting things back together here at the Farm after the Lost Summer. As evidence, I submit to you this shelf which is finished and is accidentally symmetrical. God works in mysterious ways
My most recent Books Bygone column, “Washday” came out in our little weekly newspaper yesterday. You can read it at the link or here where it’s among all of the others.If you read it at the newspaper, note that someone at the paper modified the title. I guess they needed to fill in some space.
Mr. mini-Hershey may have had his fill of the shrimp boil and moved on to attend to the details of his worthless life, but those of us worth our salt were still working today.We went to the Piglet this morning– the giveaway is up to $700!— and arrived home to a most horrific sight. After
This business of “homemaking” is one which engages the attention of many million women in the United States. Yet it is only at the time of the present census-taking that the lawmakers have come to acknowledge it, and have consented to list every housewife as “homemaker” instead of “unemployed.” This is real progress. Jessie Marie
This up just a bit ago at Instapundit.com. NEW YORK TIMES: American Women Are Fat Because They Don’t Vacuum Enough. “Women, they found, once had been quite physically active around the house, spending, in 1965, an average of 25.7 hours a week cleaning, cooking and doing laundry. Those activities, whatever their social freight, required the
Three (3) crockpots in one! Unfortunately, it’s not ours. (But it’s cool!) It belongs to Rhonda who blogs at Make, Do, and Mend. She’s got the scoop on where you can find this 3′ long crockpot contraption. And she’s got a question: Why do people think homemakers must be bored?There always seems to be plenty
Jägerschnitzel served with fried cabbage (vegan– dude, it’s fried cabbage in olive oil, you don’t need a recipe) and store bought tater tots.A heartening supper with Miss M– who, based on the knocks on the wall– is still cleaning up the kitchen. Working on a conversion. Maybe I’ll talk her into going to Jackson. There
More crappy old stuff In the developed world, we forget that there was once a time when washday meant “day” rather than “toss it in the machine and come back in 20 minutes.” In many parts of the world without access to electricity and clean water, that time is still now. Design students Alex Cabunoc
Mr. Big Food made the variation for me. I do not care for peas all that much. This was last night’s supper. After the steak is browned in the iron skillet, and the remaining ingredients added, it bakes for two hours, affording Mr. Big Food and I the opportunity to fix ourselves an adult beverage,
From Meta Given’s The Modern Family Cookbook, copyright 1942, 1953, 1958, published by J. G. Ferguson Publishing Company, Chicago So you don’t need to click to enlarge… The Food Shopper’s Creed The health of my family is in my care, therefore– I will base my market list on meals planned according to the “DIET PATTERN”
I made mention of “wash day” in a previous post. Every day is wash day for those of us here on the Farm, except for Mr. Big Food who does his laundry on a schedule. Every so often, he has “shirt-washing days,” “pant-washing days,” and so on. (He’s very disciplined.) But in the crappy olden