A tiny tidbit

So the Road to Solar Hell came to a cross roads and like any good passenger, I sat quietly until the fifth time I was asked "What should we do?" So knowing Hubby was getting broody over it, I gave him a whole new direction to go. Instead of hoisting a two hundred pound solar heater, I suggested he use the solar panel to find the best positioning of the sun. Let me tell you, that got the engines revved a little.

According to a friend of mine, when I complained about the road to Solar Hell not having any turn off's he replied, "That's because there aren't any. Too costly and they had to make budget cuts." Its so nice to know I have friends to rally around and help me along this journey.

Actually all our cut backs have been making a difference. Our electricity has been cut about 45%. Not bad for our first year. I'm hoping we can cut it down another 10. That would be cool. I've been utilizing my laptop's battery. For my stuff, it will last over 6 hours. For Hubby'e, maybe twenty minutes. It only takes an hour to charge so, I figure using it off the grid is a better way to go.

Tonight is the last dress rehearsal for Steel Magnolias. I just went through the entire play on the audio disk and hit my cues. Its frustrating that its not happening on stage. My nightmares are beginning. My first one was, I was three hundfred plus pounds and the director is screaming "What the hell happened to my M'lynn". Last night was I was afraid to move from the chair because I knew the actress behind me was going to push me off stage. The actress wasn't the actress who is playing the roll of Truvy. (She would never do it) It was another who for some reason felt I had ruined her life. I think there was a few more anxieties with this one. Tonight I'm taking a bottle of Fireball (cinnomin whiskey) and knock myself out. It will be a blissful dreamless sleep followed by a couple of tablets for the headache in the morning.

Please God, let it be a smooth run.

It's another Flyday

Its early Saturday morning. The dogs are snoozing, Hubby is at work, even the cat is curled up in a corner. Its the kind of morning I live for. Quiet, calm and peaceful. Well almost, if the fly that is hanging around would go hang out on a window instead of insisting on sitting on my screen, I wouldn't have a problem.

Every Fall, I spend six weeks of it killing flies. The sad thing is, I begin to hone my skills. By the end of the six weeks, I am a master at the art of killing flies. My favourite weapon is a wet towel numchuck(sp?). Fly swatters are for pansies. The only problem is, the dogs tend to go and hide when the spree starts. Excuse me a moment...

There... much better. The fish will appreciate the fodder later.

So what do two people do without a freezer? They go buy a side of pork that will dress out at over two hundred pounds. And I'm worried about the flies now? I figure between Mom's freezer and Artist's I'll be able to store it safely. On the other hand, we are going to save a fair bit of money. I was pricing out pork at the grocery stores and now I know why I don't buy it as often. Mind you the Hudderites have been smoking their own pork and selling it at the farmer's market. Now that is good stuff. We had their back bacon in bacon bunties last night. Now that was a good supper for Halloween.

Hubby and I hid last night. Last year I bought enough candy for over a hundred kids. We had thirteen arrive and half didn't have costumes. So this year we shut down. It seemed rather boring. Artist popped over for respit from teenagers, and said we were boring. Can't blame her 'cause we were.

Another fly has wandered it's way in here and its annoying me. So I think I will end my blog here because the details after this might get a little gory.