In which you all come charging at me with torches if I mention the “h” word again

FIN!

Fin
Ima keep it just like that, with nothing on it or in it. I worked so hard on the thing; I'd hate to ruin it with stuff marring it.

Hutch
Okay, here it is with stuff. Marvin has packed a lot of his doo-dads, and it turns out a lot of them resided on this here hutch, so it's emptier than it used to be. Knowing me and my old lady knicknack self, it will fill up again in no time.

I do not have an official "before" picture, because believe it or not I do not live every moment with thoughts of my blog in mind, but I culled my photos and found one of our hutch, when it resided with us in Burbank back in aught six or so:

Oldhutch
I know! You can't see the old handles. They were brown and tarnished. And kind of '70s-looking. Like Tony Orlando.

In other news, and I know you're sad to move away from the topic of the hutch, The Other June and I went to the farmers market yesterday and I bought a bird house that will supposedly get bluebirds in it. It was seven dollars. I thought I took a picture of it but apparently I did not. I culled my iPhone shots and it was not there.

"Culled" is a big word with me today.

At any rate, it basically looks like this:

Mrbluebird I was thinking I might…

…paint it.

I KNOW! I'm OBSESSED. When did I become Junebrandt?

Also, while I was there, I got something I have always wanted to get. I have always always always wanted a St. Francis statue for my yard. I never got one because (a) in LA I never HAD a yard, (4) Marvin never seemed keen on having a saint in his yard once we DID have one and (12) they were always $9,000 when I saw them. But yesterday I found one for a good price and yes I do know that I am unemployed.

I was so excited to take old St. Francis home and plop him in my garden.

And guess what.

Edsel is terrified of him.

He's the patron saint of ANIMALS, for goodness sake. Why is Edsel scared of him? Is Edsel the devil? Does everything named Francis horrify Edsel? Does Edsel think I have actually put a miniature person under the azalea, back there?

Eatfrancihed
Anyway, here was my first attempt to take a photo, but as you can see, Edsel has alarmed St. Francis considerably.

Bluebird
Oh, look. I DID take a picture of my new $7 bluebird house. Nice culling. It is next to the 33 million cans of paint and ruined shelf, there, because EVERYTHING HAS PAINT ON IT NOW.

Francistrepidation
Anyway, here is a better photo of St. Francis, who is still wishing he were back at the garden store and not being constantly sniffed and barked at by a dog. He is so rethinking this patron-saint-of-animals thing.

And after the farmers market, Other June and I went to a bookstore that inexplicably also sold kitchen supplies, and I bought a tea kettle. We don't have a microwave anymore, and I needed one for my Cream of Wheat and tea and general water-heating needs.

Yes, I am aware, once again, that I am unemployed. SHUT UP.

Teateateateateatea
Isn't it lovely? Isn't it cheerful? Don't you just want to heat up some water and serve tea to St. Francis? While admiring my hutch? And waiting for bluebirds? And my unemployment check?

Okay, off to chase Edsel around with a statue.

80 thoughts on “In which you all come charging at me with torches if I mention the “h” word again

  1. Microwave story!! Ok, so my parents died rather suddenly and within twelve days of each other and I’m an only child and … GEEEZ, let’s move on to the cheery/funny part of this story, what a downer.
    My husband and kids and I cleaned out my parents’ house (into which we subsequently MOVED) and that could be a book unto itself, the stuff we found. Very organized hoarders, let’s say. As in every canceled check and every pay stub since the late 1940s in chroneffinlogical order.
    Again, back to the microwave story. We called Good Will or the Salvation Army, I don’t remember, to come and pick up a bunch of stuff, including the microwave. This had to be at least three months after my parents died. As the guy is toting the microwave out of the house to the truck, my daughter heard a clanking sound coming from it. So she stopped the guy, opened the microwave and found a stick of butter on a plate!!
    Did I mention my mother died VERY suddenly? Not because of anything the microwave, or the stick of butter, did.

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  2. Microwave story!! Ok, so my parents died rather suddenly and within twelve days of each other and I’m an only child and … GEEEZ, let’s move on to the cheery/funny part of this story, what a downer.
    My husband and kids and I cleaned out my parents’ house (into which we subsequently MOVED) and that could be a book unto itself, the stuff we found. Very organized hoarders, let’s say. As in every canceled check and every pay stub since the late 1940s in chroneffinlogical order.
    Again, back to the microwave story. We called Good Will or the Salvation Army, I don’t remember, to come and pick up a bunch of stuff, including the microwave. This had to be at least three months after my parents died. As the guy is toting the microwave out of the house to the truck, my daughter heard a clanking sound coming from it. So she stopped the guy, opened the microwave and found a stick of butter on a plate!!
    Did I mention my mother died VERY suddenly? Not because of anything the microwave, or the stick of butter, did.

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  3. Microwave story!! Ok, so my parents died rather suddenly and within twelve days of each other and I’m an only child and … GEEEZ, let’s move on to the cheery/funny part of this story, what a downer.
    My husband and kids and I cleaned out my parents’ house (into which we subsequently MOVED) and that could be a book unto itself, the stuff we found. Very organized hoarders, let’s say. As in every canceled check and every pay stub since the late 1940s in chroneffinlogical order.
    Again, back to the microwave story. We called Good Will or the Salvation Army, I don’t remember, to come and pick up a bunch of stuff, including the microwave. This had to be at least three months after my parents died. As the guy is toting the microwave out of the house to the truck, my daughter heard a clanking sound coming from it. So she stopped the guy, opened the microwave and found a stick of butter on a plate!!
    Did I mention my mother died VERY suddenly? Not because of anything the microwave, or the stick of butter, did.

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  4. The hutch looks very classy painted white.
    I’m all for the shopping therapy. It can get you through some tough times!
    I’ve got no statues in my yard to frighten animals or tempt them to poop, but we once had a dog who would take off as soon as you said the word tick. He hated having them picked off him. If you even looked at him thinking “Is that a tick on Roscoe?” he’d take off.
    The butter in the microwave is funny Paula H&B! That usually happens here on holidays…after the meal is over we find the vegetables in the microwave.
    I’ve got an extra microwave that I can…oh…never mind!

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  5. It’s Sunday. Lent doesn’t count on Sunday (that’s why it’s longer than 40 days… since Sundays aren’t counted in the total). So feel free to cuss it up today! h

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  6. Well, if you did not NOT have a microwave on purpose, then would you say you did not have a microwave by accident? And how would one accidentally not have a microwave? You walk in to your kitchen one day and realize you accidentally forgot to get one? Could you then by the same token also HAVE a microwave accidentally? Like when we all start sending you old microwaves – everyone has one or seven in their garage, don’t they? We have an original Amana Radarange. It weighs something like 300 lbs and is larger than a Honda. That’s gonna cost a bundle when you ship it back as a sign of friendship! Just take the butter dish out first.
    June. Accidental acquirer of microwaves.

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  7. Bluebirds might be fussy about nesting, but geez, dh hung two watering pots on one of those plant hanger poles as a storage place over the winter. In one of them, he stuck a plastic cup that had held a seedling. Now there is a nest all up in the watering can that has the cup in it, it looks like a wad of autumn leaves, but it is a nest. It hangs about eye level for dh, and he said when he walks by, sometimes a startled bird will fly out and almost collide with his head. Not a blue bird, can’t remember what kind. The kind that likes to make nests in potted plants, too – we have them every year. Always comical when the dog starts sniffing the plant and the bird flies out right in her face. I like birds, but I like them at more of a distance. Otherwise I feel too responsible.

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  8. Furry, I was wondering the same thing! June’s h-word looks like it sort of coordinates with my mother’s stuff … that I think you called “mid-century antique.” (I have totally stolen that phrase, by the way, as it sounds nicer than what I was calling it.) I took the glass sliders off of mine and took the backing off the shelves. I was toying with painting our stuff but, like you said, TEAK?
    I have two antique-y side tables that are mahogany/cherry (I have no idea) that I am considering facelifting with some paint. Well, *I* wouldn’t paint them, but you know.

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  9. Furry, I was wondering the same thing! June’s h-word looks like it sort of coordinates with my mother’s stuff … that I think you called “mid-century antique.” (I have totally stolen that phrase, by the way, as it sounds nicer than what I was calling it.) I took the glass sliders off of mine and took the backing off the shelves. I was toying with painting our stuff but, like you said, TEAK?
    I have two antique-y side tables that are mahogany/cherry (I have no idea) that I am considering facelifting with some paint. Well, *I* wouldn’t paint them, but you know.

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  10. Furry, I was wondering the same thing! June’s h-word looks like it sort of coordinates with my mother’s stuff … that I think you called “mid-century antique.” (I have totally stolen that phrase, by the way, as it sounds nicer than what I was calling it.) I took the glass sliders off of mine and took the backing off the shelves. I was toying with painting our stuff but, like you said, TEAK?
    I have two antique-y side tables that are mahogany/cherry (I have no idea) that I am considering facelifting with some paint. Well, *I* wouldn’t paint them, but you know.

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  11. loud live music playing. I couldn’t hear myself think much less the person across from me talking, however, it was a good atmosphere, nice and chill. My kind of place, and the fact that it wasn’t an irish bar made it even better since it wasn’t throughly packed to it’s full capacity. Around 11:30 we ended up at Zach’s apartment where we actually talked to our group and swigged out of Vodka and Whiskey bottles, at this point I was officially enjoying the holiday since I was inebriated. Around 1:30 I found myself across from ToDD in an IHOP restruant dutifully shoving my face with yummy thick pancakes, and arguing for the sake of

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