I came home early today to take delivery on my new washing machine. It is the first Energy Star appliance I’ve ever bought, and a front loader, which I have no experience with! So far it’s working like a dream. It has a second spin cycle choice, too, and from what I’ve heard, the main way to be energy efficient if you use a dryer is to spin as much water as possible out in the washer. Makes sense, doesn’t it?
I hang out my clothes occasionally, but I need to rig up a more stable clothesline and there isn’t a good place to do it that’s not under a tree. Plus there’s the pollen factor, and the cat hair factor, although the cat hair can probably be handled just as well with an air-dry tumble.
It will be sweet not to have to bang a lid over and over and threaten a machine to wash my clothes. Make me feel a bit abnormal, that.
Speaking of abnormal, I’m going to start writing for Women Not Dabbling in Normal on third Fridays. Have no freakin’ idee whut I’ll write about, but I’ll come up with something. Since the regular writers are like, real homesteaders, I feel a bit out of my league. Whatever it is, it will probably be for beginners, or I’ll try to talk about simple living without bringing up politics and religion, which is about the only rule that I know about. Hell, I can’t even figure out what to write about here any more. What am I doing?
Really, what am I doing? Because sometimes I really just want to chuck it all and start over. But there would be some stuff worth keeping. What would I keep? What would you keep? And what do I really want? I don’t know sometimes. I know that it ain’t religion, and it’s not necessarily the company of others. But I’m missing something here. I just can’t put my finger on it. I like to sleep a lot, and I prefer to be left alone. I’m not sure that those two “wants” are what I need.
Anyway, I took advantage of being at home waiting and put a chicken in the crockpot with basil, parsley, rosemary, lemon thyme, carrots, garlic, Vidalia onion, and mushrooms. The chicken was from the Petersons and the herbs, carrots, and garlic were from the Back Forty.
Then I harvested all the basil, stripped off the best leaves (so now my thumbnails and fingertips are stained and look nasty), and I’ll run them through the food processor with some olive oil and freeze the mixture in ice cube trays.
At least I am in action now. Things may be looking up. Damn politics have me all frazzled, that’s what it is.