Playing Catch-up (3/8/26, 3/17/26, 3/23/26)

I swear, all I have to do is blink and I get behind on posting. The truth is, though, that I hate opening my laptop at home. It's so old and slow that I get frustrated waiting for it to wake up and get moving, so I just wait until I've got extra time at work to post (shhhh, don't tell anyone).

Anyway, the Bionic Cowgirl comes down for Sunday dinner each week, then stays at Nebalee's so she can spend some time with her, too. And, as I've mentioned, I always have a project for us to do. One of Mom's friends said that Mom's love language is "acts of service", and they're so right. We all benefit from it, but I've been extra lucky for the past few years, with her help building Whimsy and helping out with Maggie. So far this year, the focus has been on getting the garden started. Later in the spring, we'll go back to working on Whimsy, who needs a new coat of paint and I've got to frame in a few of her windows that I'd left hinged to be able to open them. In two years, the only time they've been opened is when the wind does it, so it's time to just frame them in.

Sorry, I'll get back on track. I built Maggie as a potting shed, to house the amazing potting bench that L.E. gifted me. At the beginning of March, the Bionic Cowgirl and I put that potting bench to work starting seeds. Last year, and the year before, our seed starting didn't go very well, so I was determined to be successful this year. I bought trays with domes, fancy organic starting soil, and grow lights. I plugged in an oil heater and put it on a timer, so the temps wouldn't drop overnight. Our seeds are more spoiled than any other being on our place, they'd better grow!

Leeks and bell peppers

Once the seeds were nestled in their boxes under their grow lights, we put up a utility shelf. I have lots of cool things in the Magical Potting Shed, but most of the actual business of potting is hidden away in the potting bench. Having a utility shelf within easy reach to hold everything we use every day was a no-brainer, so Mom helped me get it put up.

With the seeds planted, and the shelf up, I put Mom to work spray painting the cinder blocks I chose to use for flower boxes. She painted them a metallic silver, then we filled them with potting soil. Now, we just have to wait a couple more weeks to plant the sweet peas in them.

The book nook was meant for living in Maggie, but she gets so dusty that I knew I needed to protect the nook in some way. Jay suggested an acrylic display box, which was brilliant! Unfortunately, I could not find one that was only the size of the book nook, but book nooks are designed to live on bookshelves between books, so I went to 2nd and Charles and found a set of Harry Potter books to live in the display case along with the little nook.

At first, I was a little surprised with myself that I'd go buy books just for display - books are for reading! - then, I justified it by reminding myself I could read the books. It's possible to just open the door of the display case and just pull a book out to read. Eventually, the Gremlin will be old enough that I can start reading these to him.

Mom and I had a good day's work that afternoon. The following Sunday, we headed to Moab for the sentencing, so Sunday dinner looked a little different. It was late when I got home on Monday, so I waited until Tuesday morning to go check on our seeds. The leeks were supposed to emerge at about ten days, and they did!

Look at my babies!

I've watched them pretty carefully over the last week or so, and only about half have come up. It's a good thing I use "black thumb math" when planting, and plant double what I think I need, just in case this happens. Yesterday, I moved the leeks out from under the dome, because they were almost getting tall enough to touch it. Now, they're in a different window, still under grow lights, and they'd better keep growing!

I need to thin them, but I don't wanna.

L.E. and I started our tomato seeds a few days ago, so now it's their turn to get to growing. 

Latte Coffee Candle

 Before I talk about our crafty day, I just wanted to give a quick update on the kombucha flavored with stuff I grew! The watermelon cucumber was so refreshing, I loved it. Jay had a bottle of the honeysuckle and enjoyed it enough that I'm going to try to gather enough flowers to make a half gallon of it. I only tried a sip of the grape the other night as I moved it to the fridge, but didn't get much grape flavor, so I've been letting it sit in the fridge a bit longer. This morning, when I looked at it, it had more color, so I'm looking forward to trying it with dinner tonight.

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Each year, since I turned fifty, I've been trying to learn a new skill. Even though we don't have a family history of dementia and just a minimal history of stroke (Grandma Mary had one, but she was a life-long smoker), it's always in the back of my mind that I can do things to prevent, or at least increase chances of recovery. Not to mention, I want to be able to wipe my own butt when I'm 90, so staying physically active is important. Hence the reason for learning new skills each year, in an effort to keep my neurons cranking out the myelin and exercising both sides of my brain. 

Since I've turned fifty, I joined the circus, learned to paddle board, learned to crochet, have been learning Italian, and tried picking up little skills here and there. Hell, Mom and I built Whimsy together - there was a lot of learning that went on, and is still going on, with that project. This year, though, I didn't have a big learning goal, which is where the little one-day classes are coming in handy.

I told you all of that so that you'd understand that I was already primed when I saw a Facebook ad for a Skill A Week. The intro cost was steeply discounted (I think I paid $15 for three months), so of course I signed up. I figured that this was something Mom and I could do together on Mom nights. Already, I'm behind because I have to order the supplies for each week's skills. It's a good thing the classes were so discounted! 

The first week's class was candle making, specifically a candle that looked like a latte. 

I forgot to take pictures of the process of making the ice cubes, but I did learn one really important thing, should I choose to make candles like this in the future: direct heat is your friend when melting high-temp gel wax. I tried using a double boiler. After 45 minutes, I gave up and went straight to direct heat. The gel was melted within five minutes. Now I know. It's a good thing that I followed the instructor's advice and made the ice cubed in advance, because if I'd waited until Mom got there, that's all that would have been accomplished.

Almost forgot to take this picture, too.

I chose to use pint canning jars, since I have an abundance of canning jars, and I know they can handle high heat. After we put the wicks in, we added the ice cubes and got started on melting the wax for the coffee and milk. The wax for the coffee/milk was a lower temp wax, so the double boiler was used effectively. We added in the scent, then split the wax into two pour jars: one to be the milk, the other to get colored for the coffee. Then, we started pouring the candles.

The milk went first,

then the coffee.

Pouring was the easy part, waiting for it to cool was the most difficult. Luckily, we'd planned to eat dinner and watch another episode of Reacher, which kept us entertained and not messing around with the candles as they cooled.

They looked like chocolate milk, not a latte once they cooled.

I reminded both Mom and myself that we needed to trust the process, and broke out the heat gun to warm it. The instructor said it would bring out the coffee color and we needed to "melt" the ice cubes to make it more realistic looking.

It worked!

But as it cooled, it started looking like chocolate milk again.

I think I was a little too generous with the heat gun and melted the wax too much. <shrugs> It happens. This was a ton of fun, and I'll likely make candles again in the future, though probably not something that requires more than one color.

Butterfly Baths

The original craft that Nebalee wanted to do for our sister craft day was to make Butterfly Baths. She found a cute example on Facebook, and had her heart set on it. Unfortunately, the cost of terracotta pots has skyrocketed and it quickly became cost prohibitive to make these, so we settled on the garden poles.

Jay has taken up a side hustle as a reseller on eBay and spends time every week hitting the garage sale circuit. When I am off on Fridays, I join him. A couple of weeks ago, at one of the garage sales, I found an assortment of terracotta pots for $12, so I scooped them up. They were smaller than the large pots shown in the example, but I was certain we could make them work.

I was so excited to get to do the craft Nebalee originally wanted to do, that I was super impatient and strong-armed her into coming over after Mom and I did our glass class.

The first thing I did was stack the pots different ways, to see how we could make them work. I only had enough of the right sizes to make one stack like the picture, so I declared that stack Nebalee's. Mom and I played around with what was left and decided we could make a double-decker butterfly bath each. While waiting for Nebalee to arrive at my place, we went ahead an painted the backgrounds. That way, when Nebalee joined us, we could jump right in to painting the fun stuff.

Oh, by did we make a mess!

We each ended up with a different shade of blue. Mom had brought down some paints from one of her earlier projects, and I picked up some cheap acrylic from Wally World. The base coats dried just enough that once Nebalee got there, we could get to painting.

We loosely followed the example, but it turns out, we all have different interpretations of what mushrooms and butterflies look like. We spent a couple of hours happily painting away

I didn't have any little terracotta pots for the top of the baths, but for my 50th birthday, Nebalee and our friend wrote out words to describe me on fifty different rocks. I've been holding on to those rocks for the past four years, not knowing what to do with them. I dug them out of the potting shed, and we each chose a few to add to our baths for the butterflies/bees/bugs to stand on and not drown.

Once we were done painting, I broke out my favorite glue of all time, E6000, and we went about gluing all the pieces together. Nebalee had to run, so we quickly took pictures and sent her on her way. Mom and Neballe left their baths with me to finish drying/curing, and for me to seal the next day.

The horses are busy bodies and had to inspect them all.

Chonky Skeeter was just sad it wasn't edible

Nebalee's, Mom's, mine

The next morning, I got up and ran outside to spray the first coat of sealant on them. I picked up by rattle can of sealant, shook it really well, then blasted the top of Nebalee's bath.

Wait ...

The sealant is clear, right?

Why is it spraying white?

Oh, shit!

Yep, I'd sprayed right across the top of Nebalee's beautiful butterfly bath with white primer, not clear sealant.

I was horrified! All of the work that Nebalee put into hers, and with one careless mistake, I'd erased part of it.

Luckily, I still had all of the colors, so when Mom showed up to watch court with me, I fessed up that I'd have to repaint some of Nebalee's bath. After we watched the judge give yet another continuance to the defense attorney, we went outside and started painting. I painted Nebalee's butterfly bath, and Mom painted the trim pieces for Maggie.

I couldn't get the primer off the rocks, so we chose some bright colors that matched the colors on the rest of her bath and I started re-painting. I had to go back to my pictures to see which rocks she had chosen in order to re-write them. I'm so thankful that I was able to biggerfy one of the pictures to read her rocks. Finally, all of the baths got sealed, with sealant this time, and got distributed to their respective homes.

Mine went in with my "garden in
a box" native flowers.

Nebalee's went into her "garden in a box"
butterfly garden.

We don't know where Mom's will end up yet, but if I'm guessing, it'll be in her rock garden, near her garden pole. But that's just a guess.

Update 8/20/25 from Mom:

Text from Mom this morning.

Nestled in the geraniums for now.

Delayed Birthday Weekend

My birthday was last month, and I had a great time doing sister crafts with Nebalee. The following weekend, Jay and I went to a fancy dinner date in Denver, at a restaurant I'd been eyeballing for a year. Overall, I had a great 54th birthday, and didn't give it a second thought.

This past Saturday, though, I realized that I was getting a second birthday weekend. My present from Jay was to finish my circus tattoo, and my present from the Bionic Cowgirl was a one-day stained glass class. Yipee! I get birthday, round two!

All of my tattoos, of which there are many, are of things that I love. While I was hesitant to get my first pop culture tattoo, once I jumped in, I went all in. Over the past couple of years, I've added many things that I love and want to remember. Pop culture-wise: Supernatural, John Wick, The Walking Dead. Mom-kid tattoos: Belle reading from Beauty and the Beast, and Toad from Frog and Toad. Birthiversary tattoos: Conch shell (Key West), sea turtle (Costa Rica), Aztec firebird (Cancun), dolphin (Marco Island). Everything else I love in life: Estes and Skeeter on out on the trails; peace, love, and pew; book dragon, with books depicting each of the kids' (and the Gremlin's) birth years; my Aztec warrior.

I was lacking a circus tattoo, but struggled with finding one that really spoke to me. Jay and our tattoo artist, the Infamous Katie, collaborated to come up with the perfect one. I had the outline done a few months ago, so for my birthday, Jay offered to pay for me to finish it. I jumped at the opportunity.

They incorporated me into it,
not some random pic from the 'net.

My love of lyra and sling is incorporated,
and she brought in colors from my other tattoos
so I'm kind of matchy-matchy.

Jay also had some tattoo work done on Saturday. "Katie Dates" have become one of our favorite dates. We go hang out for a few hours with the Infamous Katie, who has become like a little sister to us, then we go grab something to eat. This time, since Jay had plans with his sibs after our Katie Date, we just hit Dairy Queen for an ice cream. I don't know about anyone else, but I am ravenous after a tattoo session, even if I eat before. 

On Sunday, Mom and I headed to the class she'd signed us up for. I love learning new things, and have taken a few one-day "taster" classes. They are great, because they give you a good introduction to a skill or a craft that I might be interested in, but without all of the expense involved in buying all of the equipment upfront. A couple of years ago, Jay and I took a welding class, which was a blast! This year, Nebalee and I took a glass fusion class; Mom and I took a soap making class (I still have several bars of "monkey fart" scented soap left); and Jay and I took a writing class. These one day classes can quickly become addictive. :)

The class I'd chosen for my birthday was a honeycomb stained glass class. I'd been eyeballing it since the beginning of the year, so when Mom asked what I wanted to take, this was it. The class was small, which I love, only six students, and we didn't have to do any glass cutting. The instructor had done that bit of prep work for us, for which I'm thankful.

We talked a little bit about the process, then jumped right into choosing our glass and laying out our projects.

Mom's

Mine

It was amazing to me to look around the classroom and see all of the different ways each of us chose to lay out our six pieces of glass. I'm not super creative, so I went with the layout that most closely mirrored the example on the wall. I did choose to add the round pieces as a bit of embellishment, but the reason for that is silly. When adding foil to the glass, it's fairly straightforward on pieces with straight edges, but when adding foil to the round pieces you get to shake each of them up in a little round container. It looked like a lot of fun, so I decided I wanted to do that, too. <grin>

Adding the foil.

After we wrapped everything in foil, and I got a giggle out of shaking up the container with the round bits, we started in on the soldering. Now, believe me when I tell you that just because I used to solder really well in high school, when I learned to do it on electronic components, doesn't mean I can solder well forty years later. Holy cow, I suck at soldering stained glass. Instead of a nice, tiny dot just to make a connection between a component and the motherboard, it takes a lot of solder with a big, unwieldy soldering iron to put the stained glass together. Both the Bionic Cowgirl and I struggled with this.

We are used to fine-tip irons,
these heavy flat-tipped ones were
hard for both of us to use.

Such ugly joints. I welded better than
this, and that's saying something!

Eventually, I quit dicking around with trying to make my solder nice and smooth and decided "it's good enough for who it's for". The finished products look pretty good, as long as you look at them from a distance.

My honeycomb found a place in one of Whimsy's big windows, and I'm not sure where Mom's is going to end up, but this was such a fun class. I'm not super creative, but I think I could really enjoy following some stained glass patterns in future. 

Update 8/20/25: Mom and I both found a place for our respective honeycombs and got pictures. They look so good in their new homes!

In Whimsy's east window.

Mom's is in the Lodge's kitchen window.

The Outhouse Conclusion (I hope!)

I mentioned in my last outhouse post that it had to be ready to go for an event we were hosting on Saturday. So, of course, that meant that I'd put off doing any actual real work on it until Friday and Saturday. Such is the life of a procrastinator. 

I only had to work a half day on Friday, and I had grand plans of checking the anchors, resetting them if need be, and getting everything set up and ready to go. What I did instead was take the prints I'd picked up from ARC last fall, and went into town to find some "cheap" frames and mats. I paid $1.99/each for the prints, and spent over $50 on supplies to frame them myself. Typical.

Then I came home and took a nap. Peak procrastination right there! After nap time, I did get the prints matted, framed, and put up in the outhouse. I think they're perfect for it, and breaks up the brown OSB walls a bit.

I love the lantern with the print.

The print on the other side.

I felt pretty good about my "progress" on the outhouse and spent time hanging out in the Whimsical Treehouse with Diana and Pina before calling it a day. Whimsy did have a surprise for me - there are two toads living in there. I know one is living in Diana's straw mulch, and I think the other one came up from under the weed barrier, but I'm not 100% sure. I'll post a Diana the Pomegranate update soon - she's doing great!

By Saturday morning, I knew I had to do what I was dreading. I had to go pull on the anchors to see if the concrete had set correctly, and if not, I'd have to pull the anchors and do it all over again. In my gut, I just knew that I'd have to re-set the anchors, and I was right. It took next to no pressure to pull two of the four right out of the ground. Grrr. I was lucky that we hadn't had any significant wind since Mom and I sank the anchors on Monday.

Jay helped me auger out the holes, which we made a bit deeper so the anchors would sit flush, and I filled each hole with concrete instead of just mixing it with dirt. He also suggested crossing the rachet straps - running one from the front of the outhouse to the back anchor, and vice versa - to give it more stability. In order to do so, I had to change out my straps, but I feel like it's much more stable with them crossed as he suggested. 

You can see how I've crossed the ratchet straps from front to back.

Should I have just sunk actual posts at each corner of the outhouse and secured it that way? Yes. Why didn't I? I wanted to be able to move it, if necessary. I never factored in the wind knocking it over b.s. that's been going on.

It gets dark out where we live, though not as dark as it used to thanks to all of the urban sprawl. However, out at the edge of the property, it's dark and I didn't want anyone tripping over the anchors, so I had the brilliant idea of wrapping the front ratchet straps with solar powered fairy lights.

Here's the thing about fairy lights. I love 'em, once they're strung up. But, good gods do I despise stringing them. It's like detangling fishing line with permanent knots where the little LED lights are. It took me two hours to string the lights. Two hours! When I was done, I told Jay that I felt like the outhouse was going to look like Beetlejuice's place with the big flashing sign over it.

I'm not going to lie, if I leave the fairy lights on "flashing" mode, it does kind of look like Beetlejuice's sign, but overall, I'm pleased with the way it turned out. 

Back in Part 1, I mentioned that I'd found a chamber pot-style set up for the outhouse. It was really low to the ground, so low, it was almost a squat pot. I built a platform for it to bring it up to normal toilet height. It's not a pretty platform, but it'll do. At some point, I will probably stain them both to match and look less discrete. The original outhouse had a chemical toilet, but after researching how to clean it, and realizing I'd have to take it into the house and flush it down the toilet, I opted out. Instead, I found some camping toilet liners and an additive to turn the contents into a compostable gel. I'm not composting human waste in my yard, but I don't feel bad about putting the compostable liner and gunk into the dumpster to compost at the landfill. 

If you look closely on the right side of the picture, you'll see Bill's toilet paper holder. He was super proud of himself for using an old curb bit and curb strap as the toilet paper holder. He went the practical route and used a nylon curb strap, but I might change it to a leather one in the future, just to keep with the old west vibe.

Being knocked over the last time had screwed up the door latch again, so I changed it out to a hook and eye lock on the inside. I figure if - God forbid - the wind blows it over again, the hook and eye lock is more forgiving if the door shifts again.

Finally, after hours spent doing everything I'd procrastinated, the outhouse was ready for its debut. The next step is getting everyone trained to use it instead of traipsing through the house. I heard no complaints from the people who did use it, and clean up the next morning was a breeze.

There's still a bit of a "Beetlejuice" vibe, but I'm happy with
the way it turned out.

The Outhouse, Part 3

Let's see, where'd we leave off? Oh, yes, Mom and I ripped the old roof off an replaced it with a lighter weight piece of tin. My intention was to get some wood glue and glue up the crack before we stood the outhouse back up, but I blinked and it's two weeks later. The outhouse has to be up and functional by this coming Saturday. We're hosting Dinner and an Outdoor Movie, and unless I want to scrub my house from top to bottom, this outhouse has to be functional. Let's be honest, in the time it has taken me to futz around with the outhouse, I could have had my house deep-cleaned, but being outside is way more fun.

Yesterday, during Mom Monday, the Bionic Cowgirl and I got to work. I had failed to get wood glue, so patching the wall didn't happen. What did happen is that we stood the outhouse back up, and rotated it 90 degrees, so that the door opens to the south now. It was cute with the door opening to the west, as it overlooked the property, but with it opening to the south, the angle of the roof should cut down on some of the wind damage.

The crack in the wall is barely
noticeable.

No, the tin roof isn't square, but that's because the outhouse isn't square. It matches Maggie, with her roof on at a jaunty angle. Once we got it situated and mostly level, we brought out the auger and dug holes for the anchors. I had purchased some cool screw-in anchors previously, but our ground is too rocky for them to screw in. Last night's plan was to use the auger to dig the holes for each anchor, back fill it with dirt and concrete, then attach ratchet straps from the anchors to points on the outhouse.

The ground is so rocky that even the auger had trouble getting through, so we have a couple of anchor points that are not flush with the ground. We finally got the anchors in, added water to the mix of dirt and concrete, then went in the house for dinner while it cured.

When we came back out to attach the ratchet straps, Mom realized that I hadn't taken into consideration the length of the ratchet straps, and two of them were too short to reach from the ground anchor to the anchors I'd screwed into the outhouse, near the roof line. Oops. I moved the outhouse anchors down about a foot and a half on the backside, which made the distance just enough for the ratchet straps to reach.

Oy, the anchor straps are ugly.

I really hate the anchor system, and will likely end up just sinking actual posts in the future, but this will do for now. I've ordered some solar fairy lights to wrap around the front two anchor straps so no one trips and kills themselves this weekend. I've been told that hollyhocks are the official flowers of outhouses and I should plant some near. That would be cool, except that there's not a good water source nearby (unless the ditch is running, and it isn't yet). I'd love to do something to "pretty" it up, but I think that's a next summer problem. You know, if these anchors hold and the damn thing doesn't fall over again!

The one thing I did for the outhouse that I love, is that I turned an old lantern into a light. Originally, I just had a bare light bulb hanging in there. Mom and I were talking about how to dress it up, and she said an old lantern would be cool. The next time she came down, she brought one with her. 

I took out the kerosene tank and wick, and replaced it with the solar light bulb. I had to do some crazy crafting with E6000 glue to pull it all together, but I'm pleased with the way it turned out.

I have a couple of pictures to frame for the inside of the outhouse, and I'm sure there's a bit more decorating I could do to make it cute, but for right now it's upright and functional and that's all I can ask for.