Revisiting loose ends.
In the furniture wars: I did not win the loveseat battle — the chair still is planted where it would block potential guests. However, it is a new chair. In the win column I have completely trounced him on the revolving spatula holder.
I did indeed make my own chicken skin appetizers, twice. Chicken thigh skin is better than chicken breast skin.
Even though I bricked in the gap where the patio sank, I can still hear gnawing critters. They don’t scuttle, though, so I’m telling myself they are sitting on the outside with their backs up against the siding, gnawing on bones or whatever.
After I complained that young white folks are missing out on Uncle Remus, my NPR station played a re-telling of the Tar baby / Briar Patch story during A Season’s Griot on Kwanzaa.
In what I hope is not the end of the story, after spending horrifying amounts of money on correcting our lawn drainage, I woke up to this nonsense after the recent New Years ice storm.