Sanity Check

Here is a question for all you wives out there.
Sometimes I think I have fallen down the rabbit hole, and, well, this is a sanity check.

Does the cabinet beneath your bathroom sink include these?



Anyone? Anyone?
I didn't think so.

They are apparently hand-carved wooden wedges. If I wanted to really impress you, I would call them "gluts."

But sometimes my kids read this.

Actually, "gluts" is what the old folks would have called them, according to my DH. They are made of dogwood wood(is that redundant?)

I think my dear husband will use them to split some long logs. (Maybe for a fence I want in front of the studio-to-be?)

Yes, my dear husband put them there. Under my bathroom sink. I at first suspected the children, but then the workmanship pretty much screamed his name.

You see in recent years he had taken up making wooden things with old tools. No chainsaws (except the one the tree-cutters used to cut it down). Just uses little axes, draw knives, maybe a froe or two in there.

See I know the lingo. Because my husband works a little with wood. He's made me some great rustic benches, and tables.

We even have a shaving horse. Just like the one I saw at the historical homesite in the Smoky Mountains.


(pay no attention to the dog who is obviously so desperate for attention that she is trying to make you feel sorry for her by standing in front of the camera looking pathetic, or faithful, or whatever. She is very manipulative.)

The shaving horse which he made himself from just a single white oak tree.
Which I have managed to convice him I could identify by sight.

When I was driving around in a convertible roadster in suburbia as a 20 year old, "I'd a never thought it."

But I love a man who loves old stuff. When he was close to 40, we went through his mid-life "crisis."

We bought draft horses. So we could plow the ground with 'em, of course. So they could pull us around in wagons, on a slide, whatever.

I said, to that midlife issue, "bring it on!" (He could be lookin' for fast cars and loose women, you know!)

Big gentle, slow horses - it wasn't too tough a choice for me! Most of the time, I'm all for living in a time warp.


You should come by when I'm walking behind the walking plow and about two tons of black horse. My husband's telling me to plow straight, and I'm thinking, the horses, which he is driving, are pulling this plow - it's pretty much gotta go where they do...

It gives our garden really unique, curved rows...

It is never boring around here. I learn stuff all the time. Here in this oddly comfortable life on the farm...

Those things under my bathroom sink - well, they were carved green, and have to dry real slowly, or they will crack. Once they are dry, they will be as hard as wood can get. Dogwood is a very hard wood.

Look, Opie's took to the wood carving stuff, too...Daddy's little helper is getting closer and closer to being useful around here!