Yesterday was busy at Sassafras Farm. There were so many people here! Two deliveries–I’ve started ordering some of the supplies and equipment for the workshop kitchen. Just a few. (I’m over-eager.)
One delivery was a new pressure canner. (The other delivery was actually something for Morgan.) The pressure canner I’ve been using is 50 years old. Nothing against older canners, as long as they still test accurate, but they’re not ideal for teaching purposes.
Then! A man from the electric company shows up. He said, “I’m here to turn off your electric.”
Me: “But I pay my bill!”
He said the studio was a separate meter and nobody had been paying it.
Me: “I didn’t know it was a separate meter!”
He said, “Good thing you were home.”
He told me to call the electric company and set up the separate account for the studio. He went away without turning off the electricity. Whew. It’s always a surprise around here!
And behold, the naked studio:
Everything has been torn out–walls and floors. The best part is that nothing will be wasted. I gave the carpeting to Debbie. (Those of you who were at the retreat will remember our retreat cook, Debbie. She has a room in her house that needs carpeted. The paneling materials will be repurposed for other projects, too.)
Dave and Matt have also been working on the studio plumbing.
Meanwhile, I spent several hours gardening. Remember this area that needed a hair cut and a clean-out?
I cleaned it all up, including tearing down some of the ivy from the cellar.
And I mulched. And mulched. AND MULCHED. And still didn’t finish mulching. There are some perennials in there, and I was careful to mulch around them.
Then Dave and Matt said they had to figure out where the water heater was in the house. I said, “There’s not a water heater in the house. The water heater is in the cellar.”
No, no, no, they were convinced there was another water heater–in the house.
This is not a big house! Where could a water heater hide? Then I remembered that I had suspected that there was an opening behind the little built-in shelves in the dining room. I’d suspected it when I’d been painting in there. I had stuff on the shelves, though, and was too lazy to take it all down to see.
So I took it all down so we could see.
And they pried the shelves out.
And whaddya know, there’s a water heater!
Debbie was still here. She said, “Suzanne, that’s where they’re going to hide if someone is lying in wait for you.”
I said, “You mean a midget????? NOBODY COULD FIT IN THERE!”
In fact, the water heater can barely fit in there and the wall was put up AFTER the water heater was put in there, apparently. The water heater is WALLED IN. It will NOT fit back out of that opening. (Remember all the stuff about the stairs? How the stairs were rearranged and the wall changed at some point in the past? It’s all related. See The Short and Incomplete History of the Stairs.)
Dave said, “If you ever wanted to replace that water heater, you’d have to take this wall down to get it out.”
Me: “I DON’T WANT TO TAKE ANY WALLS DOWN!”
Then he told me that if the water heater ever needed replaced he could bypass it and I could run the hot water from the water heater in the cellar. So I cancelled the heart attack I was about to have.
This house just love to play with me. It thinks it’s so amusing.