Day 4 of 365 - Hickory Nuts

It has always been a mystery to as to what kind of nuts these are.  I have not been taking my tree identifying book with me when I walk in the woods.  Second best was to take a photo and then look it up online.

Turns out they are Hickory and there are a lot on the ground even at this time of the year.   I am going to bring some home. The article I read said they are extremely hard to crack, the shell being called an"armored fortress". But I am sure Gerry has some equipment in his shop to handle the job.  

Day 3 of 365 - Empty Inbox

I think this speaks for itself.  What will I do with my time today?  What an interesting dilemma.  If you know G and me, we always have more projects than we have time for in our life.

An example of a project for G:  He has a waste oil furnace in the shop which is not working and needs to be for a big project that will be worked on in a month.  He has worked on it for a week, taking it completely apart to find the problem.  He has more persistence that anyone I know.  A future posting will be a before and after picture of the upcoming project.

Day 2 of 365 - Doll

The flea market was over.  I glanced under a table and saw this in a box.  Twenty five cents!  I can imagine a grandmother sitting in a rocking chair, seventy five years ago, crocheting.  Even the undergarments are crocheted.   In the purse is a quarter from 1945.  I smile whenever I look at this work of love.

Day 1 of 365 - G Whitman painting

I read a blog where the blogger took one picture a day for 365 days.  I thought that was a great idea so I am going to try it.  

A few years ago G and I were at a garage sale.  At the end we found this in the trash.  Apparently someone had tried unsuccessfully to sell it.  It is one of my favorites and is on the wall of the living room. Gerry was able to decipher the  signature of the artist: G Whitman. From information online it is unclear who actually painted it.  One site said an art store commissioned several different people to paint them and sign his name.  Others say there actually was such a painter.  It does not appear I have a painting of great value. But I still love it!

My woods

I love my woods.  Guess I should say our woods, but I am the one who walks them.  It was raining when I went for a walk.  The temperature was in the 50s so I wore my rain coat and pants with waterproof boots.  Perfect. I was out there for at least an hour.  I say on a log with the rain falling on
my umbrella.  It reminded me of sleeping in a tent with rain falling on top.

There always are interesting things to see.  This fallen log appears to have hieroglyphics on it.  My guess is that the lines were made by insects.  But I choose to believe it is  hieroglyphics and I can make a story as to the meaning. The top wavy line is someone going through life as they choose, enjoying what is in their path with joy. 

Reading random blogs is fun too.  On the top line of the blogs there is a "Next Blog" that I click on to read.  I especially enjoy those where people share poetry they have written.  But as any online activity it can end up taking more time than I planed for. 

Repairing freezer ourselves

The other day I decided to defrost our freezer. Since we first purchased it several years ago it has always accumulated thick layers of frost on the coils.  I have had to defrost it every 4 months.  We had the repair man out two times when we first got it, but to no avail. So Gerry decided to do something about it.  We completely emptied it and re-caulked the seal.  It involved taking the door off and apart.






While the caulking dried Gerry managed to pack all the contents into the freezer part of a refrigerator.



The next day it all went back in the big freezer.  I am happy to report that the problem has been resolved.  It only took about six hours of work!

The Joy of reading

I am currently reading a Bill Bryson book, the lost continent .  This is one of those "laugh out loud" books.  Especially when he is writing about the Midwest where I grew up.  He may be writing about Iowa but it is very much like Minnesota.  The last book in this category (laugh out loud) was The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared.  I saw the movie too, but the book was so much better.  I find this to be true many times as parts need to be cut to make it fit the time of the movie.

I just looked at my Google docs and found a file for books that have been recommend to me or that I learned about and thought I would like to read. It looks like there are about 40 on the list.  Recently a friend, who works at a library, told be about her list of books to read.  It was around 800.  I doubt if either of us will get through our list. 

Today G is going to a motorcycle show so that should give me time to read!  Note that I am passing on that opportunity (the show).