Staying busy

Progress photos.
Progress... photos? Progress?
I don't know what day it is half the time. I'm marking the days on my calendar by the number of contacts I have with people outside my house. The last time I put gas in the car was a month ago.

Things are getting a little squishy here, folks. Not going to lie - the Betty Crocker box brownies are the way I'm getting through all of this.
I have managed to wrestle my brain around a few things. Mostly outside stuff now, because that takes very little active brain space for me. I did get the mudroom as done as it's going to be without appliances.

So much spackle.

Paint!

Dry fit of the access panel, no top trim yet.

Painted panel, trimmed out, and upper trim!

Ta Da! This room is DONE.
Except for you know, the fridge.
And the washer/dryer.
(Come on, Covid check. I can stimulate the economy with one phone call.)

After that, I did do a little work on the office, stripping trim. Stripping trim is dirty, tiresome and tedious. Particularly trim that's been caulked together.

Scrape, scrape, scrape.

What's this? They put the top bit of trim along the upper edge of the older bottom piece of trim,
but because the house had settled and the lower trim wasn't even anymore, they filled it with caulk?
Oh Hey Look! I see what a case of caulk disappeared!
I'm beginning to wonder if it isn't worth ripping this nonsense off the wall and just replacing it.

Ahh, the poor alligatored windowsills.

Stripped. I must have pulled 8 coats of paint off of this.
Or maybe they just upended the can when they were done with the room on the sills.
More gaps, full of caulk.

I mentioned the gaps full of caulk?

The cat is perfectly over this "Working From Home" nonsense.
Me too, sweetie. Me too.

Last weekend, I tired to right my mental ship by doing outside things. I ordered 3 yards of mulch, because the smell of mulch makes me super happy, and I was intent on spreading it hither and yon. But the beds needed tending before I could do that, in good faith.

My mulch replaced the gravel that had been in this very spot.
Here it is, weighed down before the big blow monday.

This is the part I dealt with last year, so i could just put a nice 3" coat over the top.

I don't often consider my house from this angle. I wish that darn radon pipework wasn't there.
It's a smart little house from this side.

Liberate the hosta! There's a metal pipe sticking out of the ground here. (septic in the back)
The pipe doesn't move much - wiggles slightly, but will not come out. There's a few pieces of wire twisted to it.

I cut. and cut. And divided. And divided some more. I save 6 chunks of hosta for me, and put the rest on the road.
I must have made 30 splits between this and the lower part of the upper bed.

With mulch! Yay!

Only part of the haul I put on the road.

Now I'm out of little plastic bags.
I reserved enough for litter box duties.

No good before picture. There was no edge. Just weeds.

This is where the rhubarb lives. I don't know how to use rhubarb,
but I think this year will be the year to figure it out.

Mulched! You can see where the rhubarb is peaking out,
and the rose in the middle that I'm trying to figure out if it's intentional.
I've pruned and fertilized it because there was a little bamboo stake I found in the ground with it,
as well as large old rose (?) stumps. We'll see.

Since I can't go anywhere. I made Jurassic Park in my flower bed.
The slates are heat rocks laid there for my friends Sampson and Delilah,
the ribbon snakes who eat the pests in the gardens.
I'm hoping to get a picture with them and the dinosaurs.

While hauling the hosta around, I remembered it was edible when young, so I tried it roasted. I trimmed and cleaned it all up like a real vegetable.

It was ok. Had a funny bitter back-of-the-tongue quality.

While I was digging all over the place, I kept finding bits and pieces. I put them in a little pile and then cleaned them up.

Things found this Easter weekend:
A jar, intact! Marked "Richard Hudnut New York". Empty of treasure.
A small collection of coal slag, which I couldn't figure out until I stumbled on the half burned piece. (Below jar)
A pair of wire snips, fully rusted shut.
A tiny little coupling thing - brake lines?
A tiny ball, too light to be a marble. A whistle pip?
An amber bottle shard that says "REGISTE..."
A large plate (?) fragment, with the slightest bit of blue glaze at the edge.
2 unmarked shards of porcelain(?) One on right looks to be a child's sized thing.
1 piece of porcelain marked "M_ER\ Porcelain\ FO__Y-_IMO\ FRANCE
1 unidentifiable piece of ferrous metal.
1 brass threaded pipe bit

Quick internet search only turns up Limoges France as a place that
produced hard-paste porcelain starting in the later 1700's.

So that was fun. Nothing was found in any great concentration to suggest a privy. Probably just "fill" from somewhere else. The jar was found wedged in the corner of the old barn foundation on one of my many trips to the compost. It stands to reason that it was the New York perfumer Robert Hudnut, from the late 18-1900's. A quick visual search turned up no identical bottles. Apparently he was a colorful fellow.

So that's about it. Trying to work, stay busy, and not worry too terribly much, though that increasingly difficult. The cat is out of chicken, to tonight I must brave the market.

Or hold up a locomotive.  One or the other.

Stay well, stay safe, stay home if you have a choice.