Yesterday I cooked 4 chicken hindquarters and 2 full breasts in my biggest crockpot – with come celery and onion, salt and pepper. By late afternoon they were falling apart and I moved them in a roaster to the island so I could debone while watching the news. Rick came in from doing chores and was in the kitchen and my phone rang. I took the call and walked to the other room so Rick could watch the news without me talking. Ten minutes later the call ended and I went back to the kitchen I saw this!
Rick was nowhere – I saw him outside shoveling snow! Hazel was guarding the chicken. I know she didn’t touch it – there were no telltale signs on the island, her mouth, the floor – nothing. I never prepare food on the island – never! I have a pantry with counter space, sink and frig and all my pans and this is where we can leave food out. We know better than to leave food on the island where a cat or dog would help themselves. Thank goodness we didn’t have to make a run to the vet with a chicken bone caught in Hazel￼’s throat!
And look at this – Peggy wasted no time making a runner with a snowman charm pack!
And last week Peggy (a different Peggy or the same Peggy?) made a Christmas Split Square table mat.
And here’s another Dirty Dozen finish.
You loved Finn’s story and I wanted you to see this great picture of Finn and his mom, Marline.
Here’s another tidbit – if you’re a Michigan State fan you will recognize the name Brian Lewerke, their quarterback. Brian is Bob and Marline Lewerke’s nephew. It’s a small world and we’re all connected in some way, aren’t we?
Remember my story of the psaltry, a Renaissance string instrument shown last Saturday at our brunch?
Our friend Tanya sent this picture of her psaltry that she bought years ago for $10 at a yard sale. She says she is not musical but was attracted to the woodwork and now she thanked me for making the blog so educational.
I am now doing my PT at home – for those of you asked. I went for 6 weeks and did well so I opted out of going into town for PT appointments – too cold.
My friend, Beryl, sent me this great picture – she said it reminded her of my tribe! Sweet!