We’re a month into living the rural life in Kentucky. We spent the last quarter of 2023 prepping our little brown house in Virginia for sale. We finally closed its sale in Virginia on a Wednesday in late January as we drove through rain and wind on our way to close on on our new home purchase the next day.
We love it so far. We’re settling in. The surprises have been manageable. I’m looking forward to a long and happy time here.
I love cooking in the new kitchen. The combination of the new pendant light and the hood provide enough illumination that the overhead lights aren’t absolutely necessary which allows the warmth of the tung-oiled pine counters to really wrap their cozy arms around you when you’re working at the stove.
These tv trays have been a part of so many projects over the years. I think we’re down to two of the original four now. I’ll replace them one of these days, but until then I really do appreciate the layers of paint, stain, and (now) tung oil that have accumulated over the years.
The bases, counters, and major shelves are done. I’m hoping to get the final two shelves done this week. Both require boards longer than I can carry alone, so I’m dependent on the kindness of my neighbor.
There are still a few things to do…
We celebrated completion of major construction in the kitchen by driving to Urbanna to shuck some Jacob Crab Claws and nosh on delicious fried fish, scallops, shrimp and onion rings. It was a beautiful drive with gorgeous weather.
I made a few nice pictures and got kissed by a pretty girl.
About 18 months ago, after discussing issues surrounding my libido, poor sleep, and otherwise generally not feeling like myself, my doctor ordered a blood test and eventually prescribed weekly testosterone injections to make up for the hormone my body was lacking.
I’m not sure what the difference between me and a transperson is when it comes to taking hormones.
This sounds a lot like gender affirming care to me.
Three years ago we chanted defund the police because of the systemic corruption and classist racism that continues to ruin and kill people of color in our country for no reason other than the color of their skin and not because a tyrant king was throwing a temper tantrum.
I racked the pineapple wine a final time and syphoned off a taster for myself. We’re prepping for a final push on the kitchen facelift. Our goal is to get most of it done over the coming four-day weekend. Your well wishes are appreciated.
Cheers.
As if the guy who’s personal lawyer went to jail, and who’s CFO went to jail, and who’s campaign manager–and deputy campaign manager, both–went to jail… and never mind the six or so advisers, fundraisers, and strategists of his who also went to jail…
Yeah, he’s the only innocent one.
I can’t wait till he gets grabbed by the pussy.
