We woke to rain. Which means mud. Phil took advantage of the weather to spend a little extra time with the boys. When Abraham showed signs of boredom, I got out an art program. He was not sure he liked the idea of doing an instructional assignment, and his eventual production was a grumpy pianist, practicing.
That made me laugh a bit. I instituted half hour practices, and the older two boys had to start scales and work with chords. Will this method work? We will see.
When the rain let up, Phil headed out to fix the internet. It took him hours, but he finally isolated the issue and, hooray, I had connection again.
Phil then worked on a few little things: he extended the spout on the bathtub, so the water isn't inclined to flow out the drainage hole. He and Isaiah put additional wood screws in the table, and now it is more stable than it has been for some time. He spent some hours installing a toilet. It's not connected yet, but it is in place, so we can see how it will look, roughly.
So, despite the rain, he had a productive day.
On Tuesday, Phil decided to move some piles of wood into the barn to let it dry off after all the rain. Our wood stove goes through maybe two five-gallon buckets of wood a day, which seems pretty efficient to me. He startled a good many mice, but thankfully it is not the season for snakes.
I had cured about thirteen pounds of bacon recently. We experimented with the best way to cook it. The stovetop is not the best. In the end, we figured a broiler pan, under the broiler, was the best option. Cooking up a third of the bacon, at least initially, means that Phil will have bacon for eggs almost ready for the rest of the week.
Phil designed and made the overhead shower curtain holder out of copper pipe. That took a lot of soldering!
Then he needed to figure out how to get the shower head to be positioned well, too.
And then, done, we have a functional shower in a unique design.
Isaiah figured out a way to make his spelling/handwriting practice more fun. He wrote the sentence I dictated, "The bride has a long dress." Then added, "I am glad I do not have one." He included such silly comments for every sentence, and commented several times how pleasant handwriting was today.
Caleb figured out something, too. He figured out he has feet.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
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