There must be some exotic rare bird across the street, there are groups of 10-20 people with bino's wandering around across the road scanning the tree tops. I'm not paranoid much but it does bother me having a lot of strangers too close to home. Not one of them has waved or said hello, perhaps it's my pistol, angry face or (and?) demeanor.
The yard is cleaned of construction debris, just in time to get the garden going. Oh, wait... it's January still, I have a few months left of winter (and it's going to come eventually).
Here are some more pictures of the kitchen, now that it's organized. We realized there are some plates that have vanished and a few are cracked. Time for new dishes since the ones we have aren't made anymore. They make some that are close, but I'm going to let someone else make the decision on the dinnerware.
|Top oven at work, brownies after we made meatloaf.|
|That's a new pot, half of our old ones were too thin.|
|TEOTWAWKI dog bones on the fridge.|
|The faucet is touch on/off. We are enjoying it instead of manual on/off labor.|
|Deep sink, in case little people need a bath.|
|Blind dog Luke sharing with Rock this morning.|
I'm really working hard on getting stronger and a little leaner. It's sort of counter productive to get bigger but as long as it's muscle I'm happy. The more muscle I have, the harder it gets to run, I'm not tiny and lithe so it's a workout no matter what I do. Being healthy is important, being strong is important, having endurance is very important. The running is going well, a new style, new form, new shoes... I'm never really happy with anything I do, but it's a driving force to excel.
We are hosting a fight night and spaghetti dinner this weekend. Having someone over from work so they know how to get here if TSHTF. Our circle is growing, 3 families and the in-laws, I never would have thought we would have our own survival group. I'm turning into Rawles or something.