You don't know (cont.)

Here I am taking care of business. I really did cut two chunks off. This is not just for show, people. The picture above shows Jeremiah taking the grande cactus chunks into the back yard. Dollie (sp?) compliments of Mary-Next-Door. Frank-Next-Door-on-the-Other-Side also offered to help. Aren't they nice.

You don't know what you got till it's gone...

So we bought a saw from Lowe's. I now recognize several employees at the store. That's completely off-topic, but it tells you how often we end up there. Jeremiah did most of the sawing, I tried it out, too. When cut into the cactus released what can only be described as ectoplasmic goo - like in Ghostbusters. It was otherworldly. And it didn't taste great. I know. I tried it.

Here are some of the cactus rods. We're going to try and save some. My cactus, my cactus guts.

Next we have the close - up shot of Jer cutting into the cactus. I just really like this picture. I think my camera and I did a nice job. Pat on the back for my camera and me.


Death of a Cactus

Sadly, our cactus met his fate. During the storm of '10. It was about two weeks ago-ish. It was a Thursday. Night. Stormy. Rainy. Windy. I thought of me mum telling me that I should park my car in the garage in case the cactus fell. I sort of thought, "yeah, right". After all, how many tipped over saguaros do you see on the side of the road? Well, in Michigan, none. But none here, either. And we do have saguaros. Anywho, we were watching a movie. Charlie Wilson's War. When the movie ended, we did our nightly ritual of checking to make sure that everything was all locked up tight. It's my OCD ritual, but Jeremiah willingly takes part. He checks the front door. As he is checking the screen I ask him jokingly if the cactus is still up (we had heard a low BOOM during the movie). He turns to me with huge bug eyes and says, "NO!". Holy Moly. He wasn't kidding, people. The cactus had, in death as he did in life, treated us kindly. He fell in the only clearing possible. Didn't hit our cars. Or the garage. Or the house. Or the neighbors cars. Or the street sign. Or the pole. Just went down. I believe there was some Subaru intervention, too. Cacti do not fall on Subarus.

Frosty Windows Cont.

So here we go, all done. I went outside to make sure I got the privacy that I desired while washing the dirty out. Yup, that's me. And I couldn't see a flippin' thing. Which makes me feel good about washing at night. Pervies can look in all they want. They won't see a single thing.

This is what I see. Beautiful frosted window with some colored glass that I picked up at Goodwill and Salvation Army. Speaking of which, more good finds this weekend at the Army. Stayed tuned!

Frosty Windows Make Good Neighbors

These pictures are going backwards, and I'm not going to fix it. I will, however, start my story at the beginning. I decided that I didn't like the window in the laundry room. As the sole laundry-doer, it was up to me to make some changes. I knew I didn't want to put the ugly venetian blinds back up after I had painted the room, but I didn't know what to do. Then I saw another house blogger try frosting a window and thought I would give it a whirl. I figured I could do it - with some help from boyfriend. These pictures document the process. Backwards. With my NEW camera. Hot Dog.

So in the top picture I am cutting the edges of the frosty stuff from around the window. In the picture directly above and the one below I am cutting and measuring, respectively. This started out as SOMEONE else's job, but you all know the saying. If you want something done right...

Then we arrive at the beginning. Jer measuring and wipin' the window clean for me.