After I got the morning dishes washed, I pitched in to help Mama move chairs and mattresses. We moved my parents' mattress to the living room floor and hauled our famous photo backdrop into the bedroom and dumped it onto the frame (the dining room feels bigger now! Yes, we had a matteress leaned against the wall in the dining room...) We moved one chair from the living room to the den/fireplace/TV room and returned one of the chairs from that room to the living room. (Someplace early in the day I grabbed my wrist brace and put it on. After the first lift job I had a feeling it was going to bug me, so I preempted it.) We also moved the ceader chest from the living room to the bedroom. If you've ever seen David MacCulay's "Castle", you might remember the scene where two of the servents are carrying a chest and the lady of the castle changes her mind as to where she wants it--I felt like one of them (though not because anyone changed their mind) and it made me laugh.
Mama pinned some curtains in the archway between the dining room and living room (they match the one's hanging in the dining room!) Once they come out of the laundry, she is going to put some white lace curtains on the opposite side of those curtains to add a touch of pretty to the living room/bedroom.
By this time it was time for lunch so we ate left over soup from last night (blended--it tasted better that way). I demonstrated yet again how much I like parsley. Savannah brought some fresh in from outside and I ate of spring of it while strolling through the house. I've always like parsley--dry or fresh.
While I washed the dishes, Mama and Savannah cleaned out the china cabinet that serves as a bookshelf so we could lift it to get the carpet out from under it. When they were done with that, I came and helped Mama pick it up while Savannah pulled the carpet out.
Shortly thereafter, Savannah and I went to the apartment for the "fourth day of Christmas"...
When we came back in, I whipped up a batch of breads. We kind of have this deal with one of our dear friends from church--we swap her a couple of loaves of bread for some jars of fremented food. I hear her boys really like the bread. :)
After that I tended to the chickens. They were out of water and very glad to see that bucket. I had to fight them off it so I could fill the water tower!
When I came in, we checked the weather and Mom told me to start the furnace--since the electric heat was running anyway, we might as well run the wood furnace--it costs less. I didn't have any trouble getting it started this time, unlike last time; I don't think I worked the paper quite right for that try.
The next thing I set out to do was clear out and sweep the portion of the garage that Granddaddy will have to be able to get through (with either wheelchair or walker). In the process of doing that I found my reenacting boots--still caked with Georgia mud. Remember what they looked like?
Then I had an idea. I grabbed the purple scrubber from the kitchen sink and went to work on my boots with that. It was only a little better. I cut my eyes around to look at the spigot on the side of the house, then jumped up and soaked my boots with water. I srubbed the mud off with the scrubber and ended up standing on the soggy ground in wet socks--but I got my boots clean! They are currently sitting over a register drying.
I did a few other odd jobs before going to make the pizza for supper. I asked Katherine to make the crust even though she's sick, while I got started on the sauce. She did so--with a bandana tied over her nose and mouth. :)
The pizza is in the oven as I type...