April 13th, 2008


Sunday Lunch

Sunday lunch is at our home today. That means I'll be inundated with 15-20 in-laws. We used to do this often, but fell out of habit when Kathy's knee worsened. Kathy's family has met for Sunday lunch and special occasions all her life: at her grandmother's, at her mother's, and now here or next door at Kathy's sister's home. Until my sister-in-law built next door, we hosted the special occasions here. Now it is a shared thing, more her than us lately.

The menu: oven-fried white chicken, baked potatoes, corn, taco salad, deviled eggs, hot rolls, fruit salad, chocolate cake, and ice cream.

I'm celebrating today. Yesterday, I finished a long term project, the black iron fence around the pool. It has taken two years to complete. I started the project by setting all the posts. Then there was a nervous interval while I waited the laying of the concrete. I was relieved when the iron rails all fit between the posts, no mistakes there.

The last two of the four gates were a problem. They had to be wider than the standard ones because they spanned an existing sidewalk. The plan was to purchase gate hardware and build my own. However, between the time I made the plan and when I was ready for the gates, the company stopped offering the kits. Standard gates would leave a six inch gap in the fence. I puzzled over how to fill the gaps for several months. It was too small for a rail segment and too large to skip. My eventual solution was to buy the ready-made gates and additional posts, then fill the remaining gap with three sets of washers that I'll eventually paint black. I hung the gates from the barn side. That required additional bracing inside the garage.

Here is the photo collage of the project with more pictures in the set on flickr:

Yesterday was my turn to cook lunch. I made hash using a bit of smoked pork.


I've been sorting through boxes of old papers and other relics. We've had them stored out back in the top of a shed. My goal is to get rid of everything I can although I'm finding it hard to let go of some items.

This picture dropped out of a folder I'd boxed up ten years ago when I retired from my day job at a 'Big Oil' research center.
Since the 1970s, I carried this picture from office to office, always displaying it somewhere, usually on a marker or tack board. Time has not treated it kindly. It's faded. If you look closely, you can see the thumbtack holes in the corners and maybe by looking even closer, a few splatters here and there.
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