When all’s said and done, this has been one hell of a week. Even putting aside the loss of our beautiful Ruby (which in reality will take us all a while), it’s been a bit of a stinker.
All three Off-Homestead workers have had their share of plain old bad days. In a couple of cases, these were the culmination of ongoing situations, the sort which needed to be officially confronted and addressed. Generally in these cases, once the necessary appointment has been scheduled and you’re in a holding pattern, you inevitably become absolutely certain you are over reacting or have utterly misread the situation; but thankfully in both the incidents of this week, despite any misgivings and a great deal of fingernail gnawing, validity was recognised and progress promised, at least.
In the kitchen things have been progressing well but sometimes the whole “project management” deal becomes a tad overwhelming. The delivery of the new appliances, whilst exciting, was a lesson in the importance of asking lots of questions; even dumb ones. For example, when you opt for delivery but not wiring in of your brand new oven, the large, multi national company we dealt with saw their duties ending (despite the hefty wad of cash we parted with) once the appliance was standing in the middle of the driveway. We managed to cajole them into manhandling it into the middle of our lounge, but that was their limit and there it stood, still on its pallet, still in it’s cardboard case. Long story short, they finally came back, attached the legs to our glorious new cooker, and the delivery note was signed but only after some protracted telephone calls and a flying visit to their store. We would have preferred spending time in the garden, but such is life.
With the electrician booked for Thursday, some last minute cabinet assembly of the pantry was required. The size of this project required all hands on deck, so after dinner the Homestead reverberated to the gentle – I said GENTLE – tap of hammers and the muffled howls as yet another finger was inadvertently pinched between panels. We finished it, though, and just in time.
Thursday was given over to hosting Will and Sam, the electricians. These two are professional, fast working, and affable but they require access all areas and the control of the electrical supply to the Homestead. At least we could tackle the outstanding gardening and, on waving them off, we spent a great deal of time looking at our sparkly new appliances and light fittings and sighing. Oh, ’tis a thing of beauty; or at least we can see the promise of it now.
We didn’t spend too much time just standing around, however, as this week culminated in two birthdays: The Renovator’s on Friday and The Farmer’s on Saturday. Therefore the first things to come out of our new oven were two birthday cakes: one banana with cream cheese icing and one chocolate with a truckload of ganash (see if you can guess which belongs to whom).
So the week, which also had a full day field trip for Farm Girl, a sulky hen, and a nor’wester so strong it blew out all our planted pea seedlings, finished with a meal out, a great deal of cake eating and a large percentage of us opting for a Saturday afternoon snooze.
Today, The Bean Counter was on morning tea. The brandy snaps, though uniquely shaped, tasted wonderful accompanied by the fancy-machine made coffees (thanks to Princess Nikita), but it was the words of Walt Disney
that re-affixed the Homestead’s collective smile and got us wishing on a star again.