The things in my head go 'round and 'round

I had beer that needed to be bottled. A nice red ale. It had been in the fermentor for a couple of weeks. It was time to bottle it.

But first the bottles had to be cleaned. No biggie, put them in a 5% bleach solution over night and they will be ready. Which they were, but the kitchen had to be cleaned up before I could rinse the bottles.

And then after I rinsed the bottles, and sanitized the bottling bucket, I had to boil water and sugar for priming the wort. And so while the priming solution was cooling, I went out and delivered a case of beer to a friend who had given me a few cases of bottles. And then on the the Post Office where I dropped off a couple of things for MLW.

Then off to the liquor store for my BIL’s annual bottle of Crown Royal. The next stop was at Lowe’s for a tool for my FIL, and since Lowe’s didn’t have it, I went to Home Deport where I was informed that the tool in question wasn’t really that good. Got talked into another tool and headed home.

Where I promptly was caught in mid-afternoon traffic. Got home. Bottled the beer, cleaned up the kitchen a second time. Took the beer down to the cellar, had to clean up the section that I use for storage. Ended up taking 4 bags of junk out to the trash.

Went back upstairs, decided to make some fudge and magic bar cookies. And then cleaned up the kitchen for a freaking THIRD time.

Decided that tonight is a good night for pizza.

And it started out so freaking simply. I just needed to bottle some beer.

Namaste.

While we were on vacation this summer, we had hardwood floors installed. We knew that having wood floors was going to involve more work than the carpeting, but I don’t think that I really KNEW what having wood flooring was going to involve.

Sweeping, and more sweeping. You see, we have pets. With hair. And that hair tends to fall out. All of the time. In copious quantities.

The routine follows as such. Sweep the floor with a regular broom. Follow that with a swiffer. I love our swiffer. It does a wonderful job. Twice a day. You see, on my days off I sweep in the morning and then in the evening. And both days I pick up enough hair to make a small dog. Today I didn’t do my morning sweep, just the afternoon. I have enough hair to make a terrier.

Anyone want another pet?

Namaste.