Adam is nearly finished installing our new heating/AC system.The machine above is the compressor, which is outside. It's mounted on sturdy braces well above the flooding line.
This (below) is the inside unit - there are three of them, so we can zone the house. We operate them with little remotes that have little cradles on the wall.
The lines that run from the inside units to the compressor were all over the side yard as Adam organized them for hooking up.
That sad space heater above just died the other day. It's served us well for over 25 years. The house is chillier, and I'm ready for Adam to get our new heating cranked up tomorrow.
I've spent lots of time shipping out copies of "The Thanksgiving Mice." It's sold so well, much better than "Punkin and the Littlest Mouse." I've sold 40 copies so far.
Adam says the more books you have, the better they sell. I'm already working on my next one.
We took our church's OCC shoeboxes to the drop off location across the river. We had 34 boxes, our usual amount.The ferry was running on a reduced schedule, so we stayed over there and ate Mexican for lunch.
I'm curing gourds this winter outside. A good video I watched said to let them cure in the weather and grow their normal mold. Isn't it cool-looking?
A rosemary plant a friend gave me -- it was not feeling well -- is now recovered and replanted in the garden.
Adam does the cooking now in our family, but this week I had a yearning to make a pot of spaghetti sauce. I used some of the last of our fresh herbs. Soon they'll be frozen and gone.
I tidied up that scarf that I thought was so messy. It actually turned out really interesting. I cut the warp yarns that I'd left unwoven, and tied them up in knots, and it gave lovely texture to the scarf.
And I wove that autumn one. Then I pulled out this funny lap loom I bought for $5 at the thrift store, and gave it a try. It worked!
That rigid heddle (the rectangular piece with all the slits in it) is tricky to handle, but otherwise it worked.
I bought a magazine about using herbs. I love herbs.
I like that quote.
My "teenager" hens are now laying. Their eggs are darker brown than my silkie hens', and rounder.
This will be an evening of Thanksgiving in our community. I'm thankful for my life, for my husband, for the closeness of God in the middle of life's griefs, which are many. I don't tell you my griefs, and I know you don't tell me yours, here on our blogs. But we know they're there. May you find comfort and joy in spite of them, and the strength to keep moving forward. Love to you from our little farm!