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A Battery Dies Every Winter

Another Sunday morning early alarm courtesy of Little Bear Tuska.

As in early Valentine's gift Scott got me a new greenhouse. The one we had before was only two shelves and the cover was ripped. This new one isn't as good of quality, but having the tight cover really helps keep heat in that I don't even need to use the seed warmer pad. 

I got a little excited and pretty much started everything by seed.

It's going to be the best garden ever. I want to start some flowers soon.

We couldn't decide on what to eat for breakfast, so we lounged around.

We haven't had big pancakes in awhile.

I need new glasses that don't slip off my face. I also just need new glasses.

It's so great having family breakfasts together. 

On Friday night Scott had some friends over. I put Meadow to bed and did some work in the office. A while later I smelled something burning. I didn't think anything of it because I knew they were downstairs. The smell didn't go away and then I realized what it was. They had started a fire in the fireplace. 

It was rather successful, but we did get soot on the fireplace doors.

Thyme was my first plant to sprout. 

Scott left to photograph some neighborhoods (or so I thought). So, Meadow and I played in her room.

For lunch I had leftover pork schnitzel and spaetzle.

Meanwhile I hadn't left yet since the car battery was dead.

Meadow sat with me at lunch. 

My neighbors jumped the battery and I went to Fleet Farm to get a battery. They didn't have it, so I checked Batteries Plus and Menards. No luck.

While Meadow napped I worked on a project for work.

I wasn't sure if I was going to find a new one. 

I decided to search the web for the closest and cheapest battery. Napa up the road in Osseo had it.

The Honda Insight's starter battery is the size of a riding lawnmower battery since it's got a huge one under the seats.

When I got home I had my neighbor Will help me change out the battery since he's a mechanic. There was a depleted cell after all. I guess it was to be expected after four and a half years.

He showed me that this was a good battery.

You might not be able to tell, but we were freezing our asses off.


It didn't take too long. Now I can actually can go on my shoot.

While out I picked up a downspout extender for all of the gutters. Now we don't get ice building up near our garage door.

I really didn't want to cook, but I threw together tuna melts and the canned soup we got from my mom.

It wasn't half bad for a last minute meal.

Somehow I did dishes too while Brooke watched Downton Abbey. Real fair...

Hey it was your turn. 

Comments

Chelsea said…
Is Scott pouring unused orange juice back into the jug?

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