PRACTICAL PARSIMONY: Fifth Load

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Fifth Load

When my dishwasher was installed, my back was hurting too bad to do anything but go to bed. Well, I did dip potato and chicken from the crockpot, heat carrots and serve it to exbf. Well, I told you about my effort for his dinner. I don't think I even gave him anything to drink. Poor guy. He is sometimes so tolerant. ...other than trying to get me run down by the vehicle behind him...lol,

I went to bed, watched tv, slept and did little for 24 hours. However, I have been busy since then. Just now, I put the fifth load of dishes in the dishwasher. This load is the load still in the dishwasher when they came to replace it for me. I load things where bowls are sort of leaning on the edges/backs of other bowls. Not now. These are dirty and dried, so everything is loaded lightly. I think there will be two more loads. Out of the last four loads, only about six pieces need rewashing and by hand.

A few minutes ago, I had a fright. I thought the dishwasher had quit working. It has a neat feature. It remembers the last settings so that I only have to press wash/resume. Every time I pressed wash/resume, the light came on and then went off. Possibly, I was not holding my mouth right? I don't think I could go through getting this one out and another one in place.

In the meantime, my kitchen is reappearing from the stacks of dishes.

It's only 9 pm, so I may make an apple pie to refrigerate until Thanksgiving. I have to pace myself! I may just get this load out and put another in the dishwasher.

Your turn
Have you started cooking yet? Do you have to pace yourself?

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CarolNovember 21, 2016 at 4:02 PM
I am not cooking, we are going to a friend's luckily. But I have been asked to bring pie, so I have been thinking of what kind. I am one of those who gets excited about leftovers more than the actual meal.
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Okay, hoping the annoyances have gone away.

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Fancy is my favorite hen. She is one of the three youngest hens I adopted. Because she is so gentle and friendly, she may be the one I rescued when she was being pecked to death after she could no longer stand. She got to live in the house in a box. Sometimes, I let her sit in my lap while she was convalescing. Now, she comes to sit in the swing with me, cuddling up to my body like a cat or dog. She died in February 2012.

Fancy follows me begging, complaining, needing me to do for her. She talks to me in various voices. She allows me to pick her up and carry her. When she became an adult, her head was a darker red and her body was light brown. Around her neck were tips of black feathers. It appeared she had a necklace of jet around her neck. When I showed this characteristic to a friend, he said, "Oh, you have fancy chickens and plain chickens."

Chessie has a broken toe. I broke it! She had a habit of jumping really high and almost sticking. A raccoon ate her in October 2009.

Thelma is the blonde. She is also the largest hen and the alpha hen. I suspect the gigantic eggs are from her. She often squats and presents herself to me. She is top hen, but I suspect she knows she had better be deferent to top feeder of the flock--me.

Louise is the auburn-feathered hen. She looks like the true Rhode Island Reds in pictures. She is almost as large as Thelma. Some days I suspect she is trying to be top chicken. When I got Pepper, I found out Louise is the Alpha hen.

Pepper came here from the same home as the first four. We were discussing putting red pepper on their food, wondering if it really would increase egg production. Pepper is the only name we agreed on. She is terrorized each day by Louise. Even after the worst was over, she was and is still filled with terror and very wary.

Linda is owned by four hens. They allow her to fetch for them. She loves them dearly, so she allows them to boss her around. Linda comes out in the rain to perform chores for them and make sure they have food and water. She begs scraps from all sorts of places to make sure they have fresh fruits and vegetables.

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Okay so maybe "parsimony" is not your thing. How about thrift, frugality or just plain saving money? I try not to go the tightwad route as that seems to imply others will suffer from my habits.

Some of my not-spending habits have very much been a part of my lifelong habits. Other habits are newly acquired and are an extension of my lifelong not-spending habits.

I am very imaginative when it comes to substituting or making instead of buying. I will tell you about making a heater for the chickens' water. Not one dime was spent since I had everything I needed right in my basement.

Practicality must rear its head alongside parsimony. For example, I will use the dryer in bad weather or because of allergies in the spring. But, I will not wash clothes in a tub as long as I have a washing machine or can find one.

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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Fifth Load

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