Fun Friday?


 It's not quite the weekend, but there's lots of fun going on around "Casa de Poconos."  

First off, our new front windows (https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2025/05/open-new-window.html) are being put in.  (Yes, these are the windows that are costing me almost as much as the annual salary of my first job out of college.  Yes, that was a LONG time ago and my first salary was kind of sad and pathetic, but still.  And this is only for 2 sets of windows...a three "set" on the left in the living room and a two "set" on the right in the dining room.  I guess I need to say a prayer that all the rest of the windows in the house hold up because there are a LOT of windows and I know it would be a LOT of money.  Even though I make an "okay" salary currently [who doesn't want a better salary?], I'm betting I don't make enough in a year to replace all or even half of them.)  The front door is wide open, the old windows have been popped out and I'm sure that the bugs are having a field day. (It is VERY buggy around here...how could it not be when it's been nice and damp all spring and now it's incredibly warm?).  I'm just hoping not too many creatures make their way in.  (Cross those fingers and say a prayer!  I'm feeling itchy already.)

Second, the landscaper has come by to do some trimming.  Actually a LOT of trimming.  Again, with all the rain we've had, EVERYTHING has blossomed and grown.  And I do mean grown!  Go into the backyard and you get serious jungle vibes.  It's pretty and I'm thrilled that everything has grown, but it's overgrown.  You can't walk on the "paths" because nature is seriously taking over.  Even short little I has to duck to get under some of the brush.  

Of course all of this is going on at the same time.  So I have weed wacker in the back.  I have hammering in the front.  Yes, this is my little piece of serenity today.  Or not.  (Maybe I shouldn't have bitched about the tree service guys who were working on a neighbor's property last Friday!)

Less noisy fun is dinner that I am trying to crock.  Pork shoulder was on sale at ShopRite, so I thought some pulled pork would be great.  I got the smallest one they had, but...My crock pot is small so...I've jammed it in there as best I can, but the lid still isn't on very well.  I'm hoping that once it really starts to cook, the fat will melt and I will be able to "mush" it down and get it on better.  Meanwhile, I have the aroma of garlic spice and pork mingled with the odor of wacked weeds, window dust and a "burny" smell which must have something to do with all the work they are doing in the window area.  (As well as lingering smell of cigarettes...as the window installer smokes.  Not in my house, but you know.)

Speaking of smells...we have a fridge in our basement.  Since we moved in, it's been unplugged.  We didn't need it.  (We did and DO need the chest freezer that is right next to it.)  We have a large fridge in the kitchen.  (Or maybe it's just an "average" one...I'm so used to having to work with small spaces that I don't know what is "normal.")  We haven't needed an additional fridge.  However, summer is coming and I am planning an event in July and I wanted to make sure that I had enough space to store food, so...The basement fridge (with its "regular" sized freezer on the top) had a slight odor.  The fridge section was relatively clean with the freezer section needing some more work.  So I've been scrubbing them both out as best I can.  (There's nothing like being on your hands and knees on the basement floor while trying to get some "goo" out of the back of the crisper section.)  The fridge has been plugged back in and is cooling nicely.  Since there still is a lingering odor, I've placed boxes of baking soda in both the fridge and freezer sections.  (I also put a bowl of coffee grounds in the freezer in hopes that it will help as well.)

So it's just another fun Friday.  Hope everyone's weekend (including mine) is calm and quiet(er).



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