I have a covered chicken dish collection. I don't know what else to call them, but you know what I mean. I used to have several more, but now I have only the ones that mean something to me. A bunny dish from my brother, a turkey from my old neighbor Ruth, several from neighbors and friends in my old town.
On the other side are some geese that Joe's first wife made. Then the bowls...all in shades of brown and yellow. I have looked them up on the internet and some are worth more than I paid for them. Here is where the blue collection went...on the corner of the cabinets. I don't use these things...they are just there to look at. I take that back...I do use some of them for vases for flower arranging.
Before I started working on this project, I cooked some chicken breasts and then started some chicken noodle soup. I like to have something in a pot that we can eat without any fuss after I work so hard, and it was hard work...up and down the steps so many times being careful not to drop anything. Making sure my hands were dry (they are rough and need cream now) The walls were webby, so I had to use my lamb's wool duster on them. Then the cupboards themselves were cleaned before things were put back. It looks so nice now and I can move on to another job. We have a high shelf in the living room....Joe calls it the loft. We seldom clean that, but this year it will be done. We're going to hire a kid to help with the climbing. Neither of us feels safe on a ladder any more. Well, I feel like I really accomplished something. It's an especially good day for me. I was at the neurosurgeon yesterday,,,and my MRI didn't show a new tumor. So, I'm OK for a couple of years, then I have to go for another MRI. We celebrated with a dinner at Red Lobster yesterday afternoon. Life is good...Balisha