Heavy Breathing.

The story I am about to tell you is true.  The names and places have not been changed to protect the innocent. You all know Mr LC:

Since his retirement in June he has been spending an inordinate amount of time in his cozy chair.  Sleeping.  Since it is now thereabouts the middle of August, he has spent some day light hours awake in his cozy chair.  Mostly reading.  Some critiquing. (Of my homemaking skills.)
Last night Mr LC fires up his laptop and decides to read my blog.  All of my blog.  I did not know this as I was watching television practicing my homemaking skills. I could hear him laughing a  lot and didn't think too much of it.  I went to bed at a reasonable hour.  He did not.  This morning when I came downstairs I noticed his asthma inhaler on the kitchen table.

This is rarely used in the summer.  It is required in the winter however.
 When he got up this morning he told me he had read through most of my blog and just cracked up laughing.  He laughed so hard he got asthma and needed his puffer.  Not to take all the credit Gentle Readers, he found all your comments witty and delightful as well.  Mr Urban Cottage and   MMMC just to name a couple.  Not to name names of course or single anyone out it's just because I know where these people live.  I may have to use you as character witnesses if Mr LC happens to expire while reading my ramblings.
Actually, Mr LC first got asthma from laughing.  It's true.  We have a lovely Irish friend and if you've never heard an Irish person tell a story you've missed out on something hilarious.  We always blame her for giving Mr LC asthma because he had to go to the ER that night, he was laughing so hard at her he couldn't breathe.

I repeat: All of the above is completely true and nothing has been changed to protect the guilty innocent.

He's such a card.

Sassy Update.

I just wanted to post a little video of Sassy here to assure everyone that she is indeed home.

Aaaand she sort of flunked training camp.  See how she obeys me?  Smarty pants.

All by Myself.

I had a bit of a holiday last week.   Mr LC occasionally goes long haul trucking with his buddy to international locales and last week was one such trip.  Now as I have mentioned here when the hubby is away I get all revved up to do something to fix up the house.

Et voila!

 This little corner is where I hang my clothes.  Yes, folks a two hundred+ year old house does not contain many closets.  We have two upstairs, one that was already here and one my husband made in #1's room.  The one that was already here is in the hall and is full of Mr LC's winter clothes and the girls' castoffs that they cannot part with but don't want have room for in their own homes.  So I cleared out some things from the closet and squeezed hung my things in there and proceeded to remove the ugly wallpaper from that corner of the hall.

It came off amazingly easy, I was really surprised.  Just a light spritz of water and the paper pretty much peeled off in one layer.

Underneath the paper was this nasty pale pumpkin coloured paint.  It looks much better in the photo believe me.  So I dug out some of my go to Cloud White by Ben Moore and splashed that on the walls.

Forgive the photo quality, there's not much light in that corner. I need to do another coat of paint but I ran out and haven't been shopping yet.

This is the view looking out from the master bedroom.  Like I say, there's not a lot of light there and it's a cloudy day.  Anyway, I am so pleased with how easily the paper came off that I'm preparing myself to do the whole hall.  Isn't it funny how you get so used to something you don't even see it anymore?  That paper was horrible and it's all coming off!  And my clothes are staying in the hall closet. So there.  Do you have any places in your home that are kind of nasty or unfinished and you don't even notice it anymore?

Sassy's Home!

It's been raining cats and dogs here today.  Oh yes, and horses too.

Welcome home Sassy.

What's for Dinner?

This summer we became customers of  Dave's Produce Packs.  Dave went to school with my girls and worked with #2 for a few summers at a local fresh vegetable market nearby.  Now Dave has graduated from university, bought the market from its retiring owners and started his own organic gardening business with a few of his buddies. Don't you just love young entrepreneurs who are aware of the importance of local, fresh, quality food?

So every spring he takes on about 250 customers who agree to spend 40-50 dollars/week to buy his organic produce.  Here's what we got this week:


Raspberries
Beets
Carrots
Beans
Potatoes
Cilantro or Dill
Celery
Kale or Lettuce or Swiss Chard
Onions
Scapes or Grape Leaves
Red Onions or Spanish Onions or Green Onions
Potatoes
Free Run Eggs
Cranberry and Raisin Bread (The dried fruit is organic as well, of course)

$50 Customers:
Sugar Snap Peas or Cauliflower or Peas
Cabbage
Parsley

So, this was our bounty for supper:

I've never had purple potatoes before.  They were so delicious and had a creamy consistancy.  I think I mentioned before how every night Mr LC asks 'what kind of pie are we having for dessert?'  Then I just laugh?  Well, he hit the jackpot tonight.

Raspberry baby, all the way.  I'm stuffed.

I'm Beet(s).

Long ago I used to make pickles prodigiously.   Now, not so much.  However, this week I had lots of wonderful organic beets to consume so I decided to pickle some.

I forgot how long it takes to make pickles.

I did them all by myself whilst Mr LC dozed in his cozy chair.

If anyone doesn't believe I did these up myself, I now have a pink kitchen to prove it.

Happy New Brunswick Day.

Today is a holiday in our province.  We had some special guests here over the weekend to celebrate.

It's kind of hard to see them in this photo.

I can't believe it either.

These were my personal weekend guests:

It was hard to get them all to look at me at the same time.  I had to keep hollering at Mr LC to 'Look at the camera!'