In our travels the other day we ran across a neigborhood sign...'Free Apples'. Cue Bat-Turn onto the street to follow the signs!
The man handing out the apples had two trees that had produced a truly gargantuan number of apples, he had them in large brown grocery bags lining his driveway--Red and Yellow Delicious varieties. Most were smaller because he said he hadn't gotten to thinning the fruit off the trees that year (been there, done that), and combined with a bumper crop year he was anxious to get rid of the things while they were still good.
After we got done petting his cool old Basset mix dog and visiting with him, we bagged up a bunch in exchange for a promise of more bags (he had run out and still had a ton of apples to bag up) and some eggs from our hens. So we trucked home the apples and ran back over with the eggs and bags...
Next was to set to work making applesauce! It came out great--I peeled and cored the apples and popped them into the slow cooker for about 6 hours with a few spices and a bit of vanilla. The house smelled wonderful! We kept some of the finished products out to eat and froze the rest of it, applesauce is terrific for adding to cookie dough to sweeten and moisten it. Yay for neighbors who share their windfalls!
Also this week was the 20th anniversary with that darling husband of mine, double yay! I wanted something a bit special and unique for an anniversay gift this year (anyone who hangs with me for that long deserves a prize) so the kid and I went shopping and found ourselves at Cheshire Antiques, a cool multi-seller antique shop here in town. After wandering around the store a bit I got an idea--to create a '20' out of various objects, kind a build-it-yourself 20th anniversary gift!
I scavenged a large number '2', a road sign number set with reflectors...but could find nothing to serve as a '0'. The staff pitched in to help me--the store has a second story that I
cannot access since I can't climb stairs due to chronic gimpiness. Two employees went up there and one of the ladies came back down with several objects and I settled on a HEAVY glass and brass porthole cover.
Great, I've got my 20! Hmmm, now for something to mount it on...a bit more prowling and I discovered a box full of fruit crate end pieces, including one with a 'Pure Gold' paper label on it--perfect! To top it all off I had a gift certificate in my purse that I'd been hauling around for about 5 years--in the past everything I've wanted at Chesire has been either $4 or $400 so the certificate had gone unused. Today was it's day to shine, and I ended up paying 35 cents out of pocket. Thanking the store staff for their awesome service we left.
Now off to Meek's hardware store, also here in town, to put it all together! Luckily the number 2 and the porthole cover already had perfect mounting holes in them, I figured if I bought the hardware, the folks at the store might be kind enough to drill a couple of holes in the fruit crate box end so that I could take the parts home and assemble them. Figuring out the hardware we needed was a bit tricky since the '2' was MUCH thinner than the '0' so would require shorter bolts. And the brass-and-glass porthole cover for the '0' was MUCH heavier so would need beefier hardware to hold it on...The kid and I were standing in front of Meek's wall 'o hardware bits juggling parts when one of the employees happened by and asked if we needed help...boy did we ever! I knew what I wanted but couldn't reach some of the stuff--their display had been designed for people taller than I so OF COURSE I couldn't see the exact parts I needed...ain't that always the way?
It was a slow time for the store, so by now several employees had appeared. One of the guys kind of took over the project and hauled all my stuff to the front of the store where he spread everything out on a worktable so we could assemble everything. I'd asked if they could just drill three holes for me, but the guy ended up actually building my 20th anniversary gift to completion! Once they started and ran back and forth getting the right hardware they got so enthused I didn't have the heart to stop them, they got so into it...plus they know their products best so I went with their recommendations. They even had lovely brass hardware to match the porthole cover! The Meek's folks were so kind, I explained that because my hands were messed up I couldn't hold a drill any more so they just charged me a few bucks for the hardware--small towns are wonderful!
But damn if between all of us if it didn't work out, go together in the end and turn out AWESOME!
And here's the finished gift!
It was just one of those times where fate smiled on me, people I didn't even know went above and beyond the call pitched in to help me and everything just kind of weirdly fell together.
J. likes it, now to hang it on the wall!
Smart-ass Southern California Mom/Writer/Origami fumbler. These days loving our never dull, often absurd family life in the Northern Nevada Eastern Sierra mountains...with LOTS of chickens. Fluent in Snark.
Jack
Showing posts with label Funky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Funky. Show all posts
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Saturday, January 13, 2018
The Progressive House!
Went back to visit a very cool little local thrift store/junk shop on the outskirts of town today on highway 395, 'The Progressive House'.
It's one of those old-school stores, a cross between grandma's attic, an eccentric yard sale and treasures found in an old barn. The folks who run it give off a definite Hippie/Burner vibe and are very chill and fun. When you first see the place it gets your attention right away:
Flowers decorate the eaves all along the front...
One of the signs for the place was created using repurposed items and glass...
Another sign.
The also have 'Burma Shave' type signs all along northbound Highway 395 advertising their stuff nailed to various fenceposts.
We hauled along some outgrown clothing of the kid's to donate...
Their 'Open' sign.
One of the ladies there had painted this skateboard.
Then you get to go inside...
Cool door knocker.
And when you DO go inside...well let's just say that you can't look fast enough.
There is stuff hanging from the walls and ceilings as well as stacked on the floor and stuffed into every available nook and cranny.
Cool vintage lamps...my husband fixed me with a steely look and said, 'NO MORE FUNKY LAMPS'.
An old stump revamped into a costume jewelry rack...
Nothing is priced. When you ask how much something is, they smile pleasantly and ask you how much you think it's worth, and that's what you pay!
Someone has quite the eye for creating fun little scenes, and mixing modern with vintage.
A collection of vintage games and home movie equipment, it was like opening the hall closet door at grandma's house.
Love the Mid-Century Modern look of the logo on this projection screen.
A shirt signed & gifted to the shop by a tourist group.
The back of the store...
I struck out on what I had my eye out for--stuff for funky outdoor yard garbage--but the kid snagged herself some strange rubber duckies, and I unearthed a couple of old world atlases that will become origami and some fun chicken coop decorations...because what's the point of even having a chicken coop if you can't decorate it and make it into something silly?
More weirdness, and coolness...
Yeah, you never know what you're gonna fin--
Wait--'Leather Goddesses of Phobos'?!
While I stare goggle-eyed, husband shrugs and says, 'Oh yeah, that was a game.'
It's true, you never know WHAT you'll find in a thrift store...
It's one of those old-school stores, a cross between grandma's attic, an eccentric yard sale and treasures found in an old barn. The folks who run it give off a definite Hippie/Burner vibe and are very chill and fun. When you first see the place it gets your attention right away:
Flowers decorate the eaves all along the front...
One of the signs for the place was created using repurposed items and glass...
Another sign.
The also have 'Burma Shave' type signs all along northbound Highway 395 advertising their stuff nailed to various fenceposts.
We hauled along some outgrown clothing of the kid's to donate...
Their 'Open' sign.
One of the ladies there had painted this skateboard.
Then you get to go inside...
Cool door knocker.
And when you DO go inside...well let's just say that you can't look fast enough.
There is stuff hanging from the walls and ceilings as well as stacked on the floor and stuffed into every available nook and cranny.
Cool vintage lamps...my husband fixed me with a steely look and said, 'NO MORE FUNKY LAMPS'.
An old stump revamped into a costume jewelry rack...
Nothing is priced. When you ask how much something is, they smile pleasantly and ask you how much you think it's worth, and that's what you pay!
Someone has quite the eye for creating fun little scenes, and mixing modern with vintage.
A collection of vintage games and home movie equipment, it was like opening the hall closet door at grandma's house.
Love the Mid-Century Modern look of the logo on this projection screen.
A shirt signed & gifted to the shop by a tourist group.
The back of the store...
I struck out on what I had my eye out for--stuff for funky outdoor yard garbage--but the kid snagged herself some strange rubber duckies, and I unearthed a couple of old world atlases that will become origami and some fun chicken coop decorations...because what's the point of even having a chicken coop if you can't decorate it and make it into something silly?
More weirdness, and coolness...
Yeah, you never know what you're gonna fin--
Wait--'Leather Goddesses of Phobos'?!
While I stare goggle-eyed, husband shrugs and says, 'Oh yeah, that was a game.'
It's true, you never know WHAT you'll find in a thrift store...
Monday, November 7, 2011
Yerington, Future Ghost Town
Today we went out to look around Yerington as a possible place to live.
I remembered it from years ago as a cute, small community tucked back
out of the way.
It still is today, but since the HUGE, old, open-pit abandoned copper mine got designated a SuperFund cleanup site years ago, Yerington has been slowly dying since then. It's a shame too, since it was a lovely valley with agriculture all around--mostly cattle and alfalfa fields. It struck us as so odd the day we were there, and the home prices so low, that we checked it out online.
Wow. Literally every superbad, toxic thing you can think of is polluting Yerington. Right down to about 6 different kinds of radioactive horrors. It's in the ground, water and air. They even have to have bottled water shipped in for some of the residents.
Move there with a 12 year old child? Thank you, NO.
But our trip there wasn't entirely wasted, we got to see the town in it's not-so-arrested decay and the few people still there, and at least it gave us information on where NOT to look for a home.
The city water tanks...
The old drive-in...
One of the doors of the concession stand was kicked open, we didn't go in but I stuck the camera in and snapped a couple of pics. My guess on the age of the popcorn maker and freezer unit would be about mid-1960's.
Further into town was this awesome old abandoned brick building with two old gas pumps still standing--we were astounded some jerk hadn't made off with them yet.
People had even carved their names into the old, soft brick on the front of the buil--
HEY! Now that's just plain uncalled for.
We were puttering around, checking out this cool old building and telling the kid how the old gas pumps worked (marveling at 49 cents a gallon), when a man in the little park across the street called out to us, "Don't forget to check out the lady in the window!"
Huh? We looked up. And damned if there wasn't a lady in the window!
She is a happy accident, formed by the way the window broke. Very cool!
The corner sidewalk, still with it's street name inlaid.
We wave our thanks to the man and continue down the street.
Nothing on this old place is square anymore.
The last thing we see is one of those houses where the people have created weird and wonderful yard art. I can't decide if I like SpiderTurkey or RailroadDeadGhostCow best.
All in all, a fun day, even though it left us sad for Yerington.
It still is today, but since the HUGE, old, open-pit abandoned copper mine got designated a SuperFund cleanup site years ago, Yerington has been slowly dying since then. It's a shame too, since it was a lovely valley with agriculture all around--mostly cattle and alfalfa fields. It struck us as so odd the day we were there, and the home prices so low, that we checked it out online.
Wow. Literally every superbad, toxic thing you can think of is polluting Yerington. Right down to about 6 different kinds of radioactive horrors. It's in the ground, water and air. They even have to have bottled water shipped in for some of the residents.
Move there with a 12 year old child? Thank you, NO.
But our trip there wasn't entirely wasted, we got to see the town in it's not-so-arrested decay and the few people still there, and at least it gave us information on where NOT to look for a home.
The city water tanks...
The old drive-in...
One of the doors of the concession stand was kicked open, we didn't go in but I stuck the camera in and snapped a couple of pics. My guess on the age of the popcorn maker and freezer unit would be about mid-1960's.
Further into town was this awesome old abandoned brick building with two old gas pumps still standing--we were astounded some jerk hadn't made off with them yet.
People had even carved their names into the old, soft brick on the front of the buil--
HEY! Now that's just plain uncalled for.
We were puttering around, checking out this cool old building and telling the kid how the old gas pumps worked (marveling at 49 cents a gallon), when a man in the little park across the street called out to us, "Don't forget to check out the lady in the window!"
Huh? We looked up. And damned if there wasn't a lady in the window!
She is a happy accident, formed by the way the window broke. Very cool!
The corner sidewalk, still with it's street name inlaid.
We wave our thanks to the man and continue down the street.
Nothing on this old place is square anymore.
The last thing we see is one of those houses where the people have created weird and wonderful yard art. I can't decide if I like SpiderTurkey or RailroadDeadGhostCow best.
All in all, a fun day, even though it left us sad for Yerington.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Revenge of the Giant Meat-Eating Rabbits!
This one is just what it says: The Revenge of the Giant Meat-Eating Rabbit! With a title like that, you know you can't go too
wrong. This is actually a sequel to a story she wrote about a year ago
for an assignment when she was in grade school. And yeah, we DO watch a
lot of wonderfully bad 50's sci-fi around here. He's even licking his
chops in anticipation!
REVENGE!!!
AAGGH! Run, he's on a rampage! You can easily tell this because his eyes have turned red. Also he's clutching a car and stomping a building flat. Giant meat-eating rabbits are nothing if not prim and proper however, he still has his tighty whiteys on!
Ahh, a school! Yum, he's rubbing his hands together in glee as he envisions a school sandwich!
He proceeds to snack on the building. The 'S' and 'H' are the first to go...
Oh no, he's got Dr. Grant, the school principal! And she's 'spicier than a pepper'! He knows this, because he's doing the 'Pepsi challenge' thing between the two.
The kid and her buddy know what to do, and promptly go to the school blacksmith shop (?) and forge some weapons!
...which proves to be a gun.
Despite herself, the kid kinda thinks the giant rabbit is cute, while her buddy has somehow managed to get himself eaten, and is lamenting his stupidity.
REVENGE! AGAIN!
However, a scolding and a smart smack on the nose brings him right into line, thank God. Sorry about that missing tooth there, buddy.
This was the last page, sadly.
REVENGE!!!
AAGGH! Run, he's on a rampage! You can easily tell this because his eyes have turned red. Also he's clutching a car and stomping a building flat. Giant meat-eating rabbits are nothing if not prim and proper however, he still has his tighty whiteys on!
Ahh, a school! Yum, he's rubbing his hands together in glee as he envisions a school sandwich!
He proceeds to snack on the building. The 'S' and 'H' are the first to go...
Oh no, he's got Dr. Grant, the school principal! And she's 'spicier than a pepper'! He knows this, because he's doing the 'Pepsi challenge' thing between the two.
The kid and her buddy know what to do, and promptly go to the school blacksmith shop (?) and forge some weapons!
...which proves to be a gun.
Despite herself, the kid kinda thinks the giant rabbit is cute, while her buddy has somehow managed to get himself eaten, and is lamenting his stupidity.
REVENGE! AGAIN!
However, a scolding and a smart smack on the nose brings him right into line, thank God. Sorry about that missing tooth there, buddy.
This was the last page, sadly.
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