Back in the crappy olden days, making a home for your family was not considered drudge work. At least that’s the belief Meredith Publishing, publishers of BH&G books, were selling to women. I am of two minds about this. Better Homes and Gardens Decorating Book, Meredith Publishing Company, Des Moines, Iowa, 1961. As person who
I’m taking it easy today. JK! (That’s kid speak for “just kidding.”) [For the toxic among you, I’ll be talking about Makitta drills below!] After our return from Memphis, I had five and one-half days to get the joint– including the Bunkhouse and some outside parts– ready for company on Saturday afternoon. And not just
Or is it?
Did you see #10? Plug-in vision-phone. How cool would that be? What is the thing above #5 that has a line but no number? [Betty Jane has a Ph.D. by the way, so that’s Doctor Betty Jane to folks like you & I.] Crappy old books such as this are good for a laugh. How
In today’s Drudgework Monday we’ll do a lot of ironing, review some movies, and muse about civilization. Twenty-two point eight five gigs– that’s how much ironing I did this weekend. I do not mind ironing. I have to be in the right mood, and the weather has to cooperate, but given those, it’s not a
Obviously, have coffee and check Windy for the weather. But not according to Heloise who says, The first thing to do in the mornings is to put your dishes in the sink to soak and then make the beds! I don’t know why, but this is most important. It gives a woman a feeling of
Omni corrumpuntur et intabescunt in tempore; Saturnus quos generat devorare non cessat; … Or if you prefer… All things are corrupted and decay in time; Saturn ceases not to devour the children that he generates; all the glory of the world would be buried in oblivion, if God had not provided mortals with the remedy
Good food is of prime importance to my family, therefore; I shall take pride in doing an outstanding job of cooking from “The Cooks Creed” in Meta Given’s, The Modern Family Cookbook (J.G. Ferguson Publishing Company, Chicago, 1942) That’s a Johnsonville smoked brat, Campbell’s pork & beans, and homemade macaroni salad with yellow bell peppers,
Obviously, the best part of the game– and it wouldn’t have taken much– was the football food. It was fantastic! I especially liked the Rissole, but the wings were pretty damned good, too. It was nice of Mr. Big Food to spare me barbecued wings. These, with a crunchy bread crumb and herb topping were
The Food Shopper’s CreedThe health of my family is in my care, therefore–I will base my market list on meals planned according to the “DIET PATTERN” p. 4I will choose foods of quality and in quantities that will provide the nutritive elements planned for. Stretching the food dollar is part of my responsibility, therefore–I will
I left the World-Wide-Web to venture out into the real world. Twelve hours. Twelve measly hours and Van der Leun has three new posts. That’s on top of the three new ones I saw this morning which I barely had time to glance at before we left The Farm to make our way to the
It’s Drudgery Monday and I am pleased to report that things on the book-cleaning front are going sweepingly, as Missy would say. The Treasure Chest is done and rearranged a bit. Shelves of mostly art books are done. Two sets of encyclopedias– each & every volume– dusted and put back. Ordinary encyclopedias are the worst.
Reposted from April 2016. I was searching for the Meal Planner’s Creed (coming up soon) and I came across this rant. See also this. Enjoy! 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
Yesterday I commented on something I came across (via Instapundit) in the NYT concerning clutter. To be clear, I dislike clutter. In a perfect home, there’s a place for everything and everything is in its place. For years now the received wisdom has been that the time and energy needed to get from clutter and
I have had it with this. I like my crappy old stuff. I have spent time and money collecting my crappy old stuff. Indeed, I take pride in my collection of crappy old stuff– and new stuff, too! If you have to move things around in order to accomplish a task in your home or
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
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,