It was Friday night;
we were finally at the weekend after
another busy week, when Mr. Husband
talked to our downstairs neighbours,
who had mentioned concerns of mice
once the weather turned cool.
Well, they have since seen mice in their place.
So we suddenly knew I had to step up
the work on the pantry.
Those flours not yet in glass jars,
those stash of chocolate bars from Ottawa,
my cocoa (baking and drinking) in cardboard,
best to put in glass.
The teas too; the pasta, the nuts, Cleo's food...
the list grew quickly.
Mr. Husband went shopping and bought 18 half gallon jars;
picture above shows them ready to be cleaned...
I ordered more supplies from Target; funny enough,
Mr. Husband had mentioned getting the vintage coloured glass
jars for teas when I was in Ottawa; coloured as it will
help the tea last longer because of light, etc.
And so some vintage glass mason jars are
on their way, along with some clear glass canisters.
I had already put my GF Arrow Root flour/starch in jars
last week. We are on the hunt also for pickle jars,
big ones, to wash/sterilize and use.
I am currently running a huge batch of quart mason
jars in the dishwasher to sterilize them
and use for my smaller amounts of things;
GF brownie mix; corn meal; baking powder;
And this one makes me think I want to store our
On other notes,
many have been wondering about my driving lesson.
Thank you.
So for the first hour I was taken to very urban streets
with up to four lanes, lots of turns, esp. left hand turns,
lots of driving in small NJ cities that I had not once been in
before that.
I was borderline miserable and felt
the hour was just dragging by.
I was nervous and had a lot to get used to again, as
it's been 10 years and things like how mirrors work,
changing lanes in busy traffic, turning in big intersections,
and the like.
But THEN: I was behind a school bus. I saw kids.
Thought of how kids calm me down and I love them.
And then I had remembered the happy happy news:
Mr. Husband and I were asked to be godparents
of a lovely less than 1 month old, baptism next Month!
A girl, our first god daughter, our first godchild we
have been given together.
And then I was calm, happy and hour two,
which lead us to locales that I knew well and the small town
we used to live in before we moved,
was lovely and went well.
So Mr. Husband noticed this stain glass.
The ten commandments being outweighed
by the nails of Christ on the Cross.
A beautiful image.
We must remember the hope we have in Christ...
*
So yesterday was Sunday School...lesson two...
I wrote about how it went
here...
One thing I did not mention there was that
when I got to the church basement
(more on that later) the cooler weather was immediately apparent:
mice visited again.
I spent all of the hours (the prayers before liturgy) and a bit of the beginning of
liturgy (you can hear it all from downstairs) wiping down the tables
and chairs with Lysol wipes, until I was sure everything was clean.
*
Part of life is just dealing with what is at hand and
very much with reality.
Our church is working on the building as best they can
and they have made huge strides in the last years.
*
I mention this in part to be sure that it is understood that
while blogs are pretty and children marvelous,
we often have to do things in less than ideal places.
But this is life.
And I am so glad to be teaching the kids where we are
instead of waiting for some mythical 'perfect' place to teach, etc...
*
Meanwhile...
Talk about an added motivation for getting our home pantry ready
in case mice visit us.
Lord have mercy.
Mr. Husband's already bought mice traps; we are certainly not using
poison as the risk of secondary poison on my Cleo Cat is quite real.
I will be so glad when the order from target arrives later this week...
