Sunday, July 5, 2026

Snapshots: The Glorious Fourth

Happy Fifth of July! Let's see what happened this weekend . . .


I did not purchase this absurdly large metal rooster at Tractor Supply, despite its obvious patriotism.


I did grill, though, which is practically obligatory on the Fourth of July.


And I had a vodka watermelon slushie. Cheers to 250 years!

We had a big dinner, which resulted in quite a few dishes. I started on them and discovered that the kitchen sink wasn't draining.

BOOOOOO.

I had to call A. in New York to ascertain which pipe drains the kitchen sink and dishwasher. It drains out into the pasture, to water grape vines, and was very easy to find. Eldest son dug it out for me, and then flushed it out with the hose.

But the sink was still not draining. Dammit.

We tried many other things, working on it for about an hour before admitting defeat and telling A. that it would just have to wait until he got home. Eldest set up this woodchuck situation for me so I can still use the sink.


Woodchucks rely heavily on five-gallon buckets.

At least I still have running water and can do the dishes, even though I have to do them by hand and then dump the bucket.

The last time A. was gone for a week, it was the sink sprayer I had to Macgyver so I could use the kitchen sink. I'm cursed.

Anyway. I do have some flowers.


Table flowers.


Bookcase flowers.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.

2 comments:

mbmom11 said...

Sympathies about the sink! Appliances know when the primary fixer is out of town ( looking at you, washing machine!)
Glad you and eldest managed!
We all went to bed early to the sounds of random fireworks in the neighborhood- first time in years we didn't go watch the city's fireworks.

Kit said...

I don't know why these things happen when the responsible party is out of town, but they do. I've had the car break down, the furnace break down, a snake in the house. And the fixer is 1000 miles away (I called Animal Control about the snake - they got it out of the house). I'm glad the sink is jury-rigged til A gets home at least.