Scandinavian Floor

Upstairs, the wood floor (lest you forget, the wood floor we bought at an auction for only $900!), has been…installed…is that the word…for over a year.

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August Update

It’s been awhile.

There hasn’t been too much updating happening on the homestead front. And that doesn’t bother me one bit. Because we live here.

Nowhere Man

This took a terribly long time to snap the chalk line, likely bc I was involved. I should be fired, but T keeps asking for my help…

It is jazz band season. Did you know there was a season for jazz? Early morning rehearsals, late evening rehearsals, traveling to competitions. This does not include me, only my husband. Which is odd, since I have a Masters in Jazz, but isn’t that just the way life turns out? This is the time of year I generally hunker down inside watching movies like some terrible recluse, alone and trying not to spend any money, dreaming of the upcoming spring when I can go on walks and runs and do yard work. 

MDO

This week on the Pedersen Homestead, there were ice storms and snow days and one ridiculously loud and abnoxious impact driver.

With the shelves in the laundry closet complete, the fella has moved onto the paneling on the main floor.

This part is for hanging brooms, mops, swifter sweepers, etc.

The Joy of Painting

It’s been at least three days of me trying to sync my iPhone with my MacBook Pro. Internet, something is wrong with one of those devices, and I’m guessing it’s the computer.

Below is a video that Tyler is presenting about painting. He paints a lot. There is a lot to paint. 

General Electric

For some reason, appliances have been a complicated process for us. In October, I began looking online for possible options for a stove and or fridge and or washing machine.

The washing machine was my top priority. And that Speed Queen has been delightful. 

Definitely not barefoot in the Kitchen

While sitting on the bed (our main piece of furniture in the house) eating a spring roll and drinking mango bubble tea, the wind began whistling all around me.

This happened a couple of days ago also. Tyler has been gone both times I’ve heard the whistle so I’m beginning to wonder if I just might be crazy.

The kitchen the first week

The Speed Queen

There is an awful lot of time and effort going into philosophical and political discussions about American manufacturing jobs.

I wish more of the discussion was coming from the people and places where those jobs are located, from the people who have lost jobs due to automation and moving factories overseas, the people who have moved their businesses overseas, and the people who choose not to support local businessses in order to save a few bucks. 

Heat anyone?

I think I may still be hormonally imbalanced. 

I just slammed the front door (the bad, temporary one) of the house and chucked a shower curtain as hard as I could into the dumpster. The anger is intense, as intense as it’s ever been. If I could physically beat the keys of my iPhone while typing, I would. 

The Epic Buy

I don’t know about you dear reader, but this past week has been such a mix of sadness and anger and frustration that sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that all is well…for now.