Any Given Saturday

 Last Saturday, I was (again) home alone for the majority of the weekend.  While there were some 'must dos' on my list for the day, I decided to, for the most part, tackle whatever I felt like doing around those have to do items.  For funsies, I kept a list of everything I did that day.  (Well, not everything, as I obviously didn't record bathroom breaks or brushing my teeth and hair, getting dressed, etc).

Anyway, if you're bored interested, here's what my Saturday looked like on that given day:

I fed horses their breakfast.

I fed myself my breakfast: a couple pieces of ham (I'd put small baggies of 2-4 slices of ham into a gallon sized freezer bag and put them in the freezer last year for such purposes as this) and two chocolate chip pancakes (also from the freezer, leftover from last time the grandkids spent the night).

Then I boiled six eggs and when they were done in the hot water and ready for their cold soak, I 

-went out and turned out horses

-cleaned stalls

-replaced the grossly-full-after-less-than-a-month fly ribbons hanging above the horse stalls

Also before noon, I was able to 

-clean past-their-edible-phase fruits and veggies and non-meat leftovers from the fridge and put them in the compost bucket, which I dumped in the compost bin out by the garden

-clean out the still sorta edible (like not moldy or slimy or gross) but I wasn't going to eat it things like shriveled blueberries, leftover peas (I'd already had some of the peas twice that week), and overripe watermelon from the fridge and give it to the chickens, which I let out of their coop at that time.

-wash and hang two loads of laundry on the clothesline 

-ran down the road to look at some hay I'd been offered to buy off the wagon after it was baled later that day (same family that does my hay was cutting and baling a neighbor's field about two miles away)

-rinsed my cucumbers that had been doing a limewater soak the three times rinsing and resoak in clean water 1 hour each time called for by my go-to customized dill pickle recipe

-set up the canner to heat the water to a boil and also set up another pot with the vinegar, water, canning salt and turmeric brine to simmer.

Then I fed myself lunch, which was two more pieces of ham from that breakfast baggie and some thin-sliced smoked gouda cheese made into a grilled ham and cheese sandwich on homemade bread with about a dozen sweet cherries on the side.

Wow!  I was kind of amazed when I looked at my documented activities from the morning.  Not bad.  I actually had done a lot and wasn't feeling tired/overworked yet.  So I continued after lunch.

I made deviled eggs with three of those hard boiled eggs I'd cooked that morning; the other three eggs I left for eating on salad in the coming days.

I peeled and sliced some short but fat cukes from the garden and made them into refrigerator pickles for DH to enjoy after he returned home on Sunday.

I canned dill pickles made from those cucumbers I'd limed the night before and rinsed that morning.  Three quarts and one pint worth.

While waiting on the canner, I emptied the dishwasher of clean dishes, swept the mudroom and kitchen, and vacuumed the living and dining rooms plus DH's home office.

After that I tallied up how much it had cost to raise the broiler chickens this year.  DS2 and DD1 each had wanted me to raise a few for them with promises that they'd reimburse me the costs of each bird they took.  I was unhappy to find that it cost me $18 per bird--although each bird weighed between 5 & 6 pounds after processing--because my original guesstimate based on last year's costs was only $13-14 per bird.  That extra $3 per bird processing fee having to not use my planned on processor really was a hit.  All the other price increases--like on feed and the purchase price of the chicks themselves--were tiny compared to that.

Plus, I also

-moved a dresser we don't need/use from the upstairs down to the garage so I can get rid of it (will list on local free pages)

-emptied the water in the dehumidifier

-weeded the four rows of peppers in the garden and 4 of the 6 rows of cucumbers

-walked to the mailbox and got the mail

-fed myself dinner of a salad and a protein bar (too hot to feel hungry)

By then it was time to bring in the horses and feed them their dinner.  Once that was done, I

-picked beans, cucumbers and zucchini

-made a chocolate zucchini cake

-loaded the dishwasher

-shut in chickens and gathered eggs

-sat on the porch swing and read Finding Dorothy by Elizabeth Letts while listening to cicadas singing in the nearby trees

--ate a big hunk of zucchini cake still warm from the oven (YUM!)

 And that was what I did with my Saturday.

Happy Things This Week

 While I may not have taken any days off, or gone anywhere that would be considered fun this week (I do not consider the grocery store fun), and I was incredibly busy all week, that doesn't mean it was a bad, draining, unhappy week.

Am I exhausted, sitting here typing this on Friday evening?  Oh heck yes, I'm ready for a twelve hour snooze (as if that ever happens, even on the rare vacation).  The heat and humidity are ramping back up, and I certainly feel that pressure on my body.  But, as tired as I am, I can still see things that made me happy.

For one,--and don't judge me for the first picture, which is partly a before and partly an in-progress photo--I got the master bath shower scrubbed.  It hadn't had a good scouring in about a year (and, honestly, not even a half-assed one in six months or more) and was looking pretty skanky. Gotta love well water, especially iron-rich well water (and yes, we do have a water softener but it can only accomplish so much. . . )  

Part of the lapse was because I was out of my go-to wonderful shower cleaner, and found out several months later that it had been taken off the market (it was pretty potent stuff, so probably not the greatest environmental- or health-wise, but dang it did a good job with hard water stains.)  A different brand was finally recommended to me by someone else who has very hard water, and I was able to get ahold of some of that to try.

Before/During

The after picture looks much more appetizing.  'New' brand did the trick, although it says no scrubbing needed, just spray on and wipe away and I most definitely had to scrub, even with a scrub brush in some areas. Now to keep it this way. Perhaps a monthly cleaning will only require a spray on and wipe away. . . 

After

 I didn't, technically, enjoy scrubbing out that nasty shower, but I am loving how bright, clean, shiny and generally more pleasant it is now!  (Do you think I can give myself a cash bonus equal to what it would have cost to pay someone to do this unpleasant task?)

Much more fun than taking a mineral deposited shower back to pristine brightness (or as close as it gets after almost 22 years of use), was cutting a bunch of black eyed Susans from the front flower bed and bringing them inside to beautify the dining room table.  

The 'vase' is actually an antique blue glass Ball canning jar that previously belonged to DH's paternal grandmother. When she died about 20 years ago her daughters divided up her canning jars and, since they knew I was the only one of this generation (the grandchildren) who cans and preserves food like they do, they shared some with me.  The blue ones I don't use for canning, but use them for display instead.

I have been trying to get DH (and myself) to eat salad of some type--not counting pasta salads-- at least three times a week all summer.  We had an especially colorful one with our dinner the other night (along with marinated and grilled chicken breast from one of our freshly butchered broilers).

After not being home enough the last three weeks to work on anything in the Finish The Tack Room category, DH installed the light fixture I'd bought for it.  It's LED and SO BRIGHT!  But I wanted bright, like full sun daylight bright, because 1) it's a 12' ceiling and 2) there's going to be a 18" or 24" wide shelf around three of the four walls at approximately 6-7' from the floor for storing totes of out of season or otherwise not used daily/weekly horse-related stuff and that shelf is going to kinda block light coming from above.

This is the light I got, with two moveable panels so that I can kind of aim the light 'under' the future shelf, which is where the saddles and bridles will be stored.

Last Sunday evening, DH and I had a small campfire (really to burn some brush and paper garbage we'd accumulated), and while sitting out there watching the fire, I was able to do some knitting.  

Back in March, when we'd taken K3 and Toad to Sedona on Spring Break for a hiking trip, I had started working on a new pair of socks.  It pretty much got a few inches knit on that trip, and then I didn't touch it on a regular basis after Easter.  However, it was to a point that two hours of knitting on Sunday brought me to the needed foot length for beginning the toe decreases. And once you start the toe decreases, well, you get kind of obsessed about just finishing the dang sock already!

I finished the toe and grafted it closed last night while DH was watching TV.  So now I have one sock knit this entire year! Woo Hoo! I'm hoping to at least find a half hour someday soon to cast on and get the cuff knit for it's mate; maybe by Christmas I'll have a pair I can wear.  The yarn is some Trekking XXL that I've had in my stash for probably 10 years.  So if I make it into socks, does that count as decluttering my house?

What 'simple' joys did you find in your week this week?

Maybe This Was a Sign

 You know how, back in June, I posted about my struggle to get ahold of broiler chicks to raise this year?  If now, take a sec and read this.

Well, turns out procuring chicks was not the end of the difficulties in raising my own meat birds.  For five years now, I have used a wonderful processor that is about a 40 minute drive from me.  They do a great job, very nice facility, very nice people, and have been very easy to work with.  Unlike the closer to me processor, they do not require me to book my butcher date before I even have chicks in hand! (Growing time being 6-8 weeks, the closest processor is so busy they require you to book your date at least two months out, preferably three. . . )

I have been very happy with the further processor, until I tried calling them in mid-July to get on their list for last week of July processing.  Typically they only book 1-2 weeks out and don't take reservations further out than that. I've never had an issue with them not being available in the date range I need. Imagine my utter panic at having 4.5 week old birds and finding out that my beloved processor has sold their business!!  The new owners are almost another hour further from me, and they aren't set up yet.

OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who am I going to find to process these birds in 2 or at most 3 weeks?!?  I googled.  I left phone messages.  I emailed.  I prayed, and I faced the fact that very likely it was going to be me processing these 16 birds when they were 6-7 weeks old.

I can do it.  I have done it before.  It's not fun, and I don't have the ideal equipment (no plucker for one, and last time I processed my own it was a smaller batch and I skinned them rather than plucking). 5-6 of the 16 are going to family members, so skinning wasn't going to work for those.

When the closest to me processor called me back two days after I'd left a message, and said they could squeeze my birds in the first week of August (at which point they'd be 8 weeks old), I jumped on the opportunity.  They charge $3 a bird more than what I'd planned on paying (for the other processor), and they individually bag & shrink wrap and toss all the birds into their walk in fridge(s) to await pickup at the end of the day (rather than tossing them into large bags if I so choose, calling me to come get as soon as my batch is finished, and storing them in coolers on ice provided by me). 

But you know what?  Beggars can't be choosers and nobody else I'd contacted could do them in the needed timeframe, and I sure didn't want to have to process them myself.  Too busy right now to spend more than half a day slaughtering chickens, cutting them for the freezer, and cleaning up the mess.  Cutting them up after they've been processed and then packaging for the freezer myself is way faster and easier than doing the deed from start to finish.

Loaded up to go to the processor.

Home again, looking like dinner.

The local processor that I used this time, despite being almost twice as much per bird for processing as the further away processor, really was a great experience all the way around.  And I am super thankful they were willing to squeeze me in instead of saying "No can do, you didn't book at the proper time to get on our schedule."  If I do decide to keep raising my own in future years, I'll budget in the extra $$ for using them and I'll try to book a butchering date as soon as I order my chicks.

But, back to my thoughts on this year's meat chicken experience as a whole. . . 

So, it was not only difficult to get chicks to raise, it had also been difficult (and stressful, very stressful) getting someone to process them for me in the needed date range.  Strike One.  Strike Two.

Raising them was mostly uneventful until the last week and a half of their lives.  At which point I had raccoon trouble.  The coons have been avoiding the live trap that I've constantly had baited and set next to the grow out pen since moving chicks outside from the brooder.  Instead, they've been trying to break into the pen, and it's only been divine intervention keeping my broilers alive.  The coons have yanked off the wire in one spot, but thankfully didn't realize they had a hole large enough to squeeze through.  They've pulled off a chunk of board on one side where the side meets the roof--ironically climbing on top of the live trap in order to reach that high, and again, thankfully it wasn't a gaping enough hole that they climbed in.  They've pulled small chunks of wood off a lower section of that same side.  Each morning that the destruction is discovered, DH has patched my grow out pen back together, but it is obviously on it's last legs and it's useful life is being shortened by the coons.  

I'm thinking that's Strike Three.  Rather than building a whole new pen for next year's birds, and trying to reserve birds in January for May/June delivery, and reserving a butchering date in advance of the chicks even hatching, it might be better to just look into who grows pasture raised broilers and order what I need from them.  Maybe I'm just not supposed to raise my own any more; maybe this was a sign.

Hey, What, It's August?!?

 For the last several weeks, most days if you asked me what day it was I would tell you the wrong one.  Usually a day or two ahead of what it actually was.  This week, for example, Tuesday felt like Thursday all ready to me.  So on Thursday I was sure it was Saturday, and yesterday I almost put horses out an hour early so I could change my clothes and get ready for church.  Except it was Friday, not Sunday, and thank goodness I realized it in time before I got myself all gussied up. (Which, honestly isn't very gussied but does usually involve a dress or skirt, earrings, and not having my hair in a ponytail. LOL)

While yesterday may not have been Sunday, it was the first day of August.  All ready!  

Well, no wonder I'm starting to feel a) burnt out on gardening and b) like my house needs to be gutted and thoroughly cleaned and c) like I need to run away and go somewhere relaxing!  

As the sole caretaker of the animals and the garden as well as the person in charge of all things food at this little place here, summer is not a time when I laze around, take vacations, and generally wonder what to do with my time.  Summer is like full speed ahead, balls to the wall, hit the ground running every morning and don't sit down until dark every night.  Not that I don't hit the ground running every morning all year long (I suspect this is a habit I really should change to be a bit more relaxing and warm up to the new day kind of lifestyle), but in summer with it's long hours of daylight that's 14+ hours a day 7 days a week of not sitting down with the exception of eating meals (and church on Sunday).  And, like the hit the ground running morning ritual, meals typically are not a long time of sitting, more like the minimum seat time necessary for refueling and then I'm squealing tires out of pit row and back into the race.

You know, the fact that DH doesn't adhere to the same seasonal extra-work-can't-leave-home schedule and has been gone (*ahem* playing in the name of taking various family members on canoe and kayak float trips) most weekends since the middle of June probably doesn't help with my glut of work that keeps me from sitting and relaxing.  Or taking even a day off to recharge myself somewhere that I'm not responsible for making sure 36 mouths have enough to eat (20 young chickens, 9 adult chickens, 4 horses, 1 cat, DH and myself)  and that the garden isn't shriveling up from lack of rain/watering or getting overrun in weeds that smother my veggie crops and that the dishes get washed and laundry gets done and put away and bills are paid and the floors aren't too gritty or the furniture too dusty or the trash too stinky before it gets taken out to the bin. . .

I'm all for making hay while the sun shines, but you know, I need to include down time for enjoying while the sun shines, not months from now when it's chilly and damp and icky outside.  I like sunshine. I love sunshine.  That's part of why I practically live outside in the summer months; I can't pull myself indoors away from the sunshine so I go whole hog on outdoor work.  Do I need to raise our own meat birds?  Perhaps I could, in coming years, buy them from a local person raising them.  Do I need to grow as much as possible in a quarter-acre garden and tend it by myself?  And then be the only one harvesting and preserving the bounty?  While some of that is a yes because of my dietary needs (ie avoiding a lot of additives in food from the stores), maybe we should do some budget shuffling to procure the same good food from someone else.

And then there's the whole point b) gut the house thing. . . Housekeeping is not my favorite task.  And, when I'm outside all day, housekeeping is reduced to the bare minimums.  Which, by this time in the summer, means that the inside of my house is driving me nuts because no one else here takes care of it (lookin' at you, DH, who's idea of tidying is to every few weeks stack things in piles for me to take care of).  When the weather changes and I'm forced indoors in a few months, I really don't want to be in a cluttered mess of a place.  Housekeeping fairy, where are you? I could use a visit from your magic wand. . .

Which leads me to c) wanting to run away.  The urge to take a day trip is getting stronger.  I need to wait until after this week--broiler chickens are meeting their doom going to freezer camp--and find a farm care person who is willing to not just do feeding and turnouts but also clean stalls (DH adamantly refuses to help with stalls) and then I think I going to run a few hours away and do some beachside rockhounding.  Still outdoors, but no garden weeds or chores in sight, and while it's still August, i.e. summer, i.e. sun shining!

Meanwhile, let me offer you a sampling of photos of things going on at this little place here lately.  If it weren't for the fact that phones these days are practically never separate from our bodies, and that phones have cameras, I probably wouldn't have any pictures of my life to remember summers by.  Hence, this collection of things that caught my eye, or I thought about sharing as I've gone about my busy days.

the tomato patch, with grape arbor in the background

friendly neighborhood cat (not my cat, therefore not a mouth I feed)

visiting me while I was checking for pickle-sized cucumbers

the wild blackberries on the edge of the woods are getting ripe;

this was enough to enjoy with my yogurt and granola breakfast the next morning

Faline helping me hang laundry the day DD1 needed me to watch her for a while after VBS

blue swallowtail

reddish day lilies

little green frog

a brown garter? snake

(not sure, as I don't know if they come in brown; first brown one I've seen)

running some errands in Sweet Madame Blue and she rolled 3100 miles

(that lady lives a life of luxury and goes out in good weather only)

K3 having a riding lesson/helping me train the LBM

(owner wants 'anyone to be able to jump on and ride')

Beating The Mud Battle

Part Two of our multi-phase driveway project.

With the new culvert in last summer, some of the mud issues in front of the barn and the approach to the shop were alleviated.  That wasn't going to quite fix the softening of the ground and making ruts during the Spring thaw, though.

So, in late winter, before thawing really began, DH ordered 20 yards (? I actually can't remember the exact amount) of crushed asphalt and we made a driveway to the shop.  That was a much faster and simpler project than the culvert project had been.  

We marked out, using ropes, the exact path of our new driveway, including fixing that troublesome curve.  With the arc of the curve moved to where we'd originally, in 2002, wanted it to be, it was easy to make a spur that went straight in front of the barn and the shop.

DH told the delivery driver which two spots he wanted the asphalt dropped at, and once that was done, he used the tractor to spread it and pack it.  As the ground thawed, the asphalt packed more, and not once was there a rut or a tire spinning in clay mud!

going where no driveway has gone before

the adjusted curve, with it's new spur to the outbuildings

No more muddy path to the barn or shop!

There will be yet another phase to this long driveway project, and that will be, at some point this year or next, to order more crushed asphalt and do a top coat to the whole shebang from road to garage and outbuildings and around the circle loop.  Then we'll be done hopefully for another couple of decades.

A Big-ish Project From Last Summer

 Last summer, once we'd finished building and laying mats in the remaining stalls in the barn, DH decided it was time to start another big project.  Not quite as big as building stalls in all the many facets that entailed, but still, a multi-part project that required quite a bit of use of heavy equipment. This multi-part project was a pre-req of another project we'd been talking about off and on for about a decade.  Ironically, the pre-req wasn't easier than the other project, unlike when you are taking classes and there's a pre-req.

So, what was this particular project?  Digging out and replacing the culvert that runs under our driveway up near the house/garage. Put in back in 2002, when the driveway to our house was 'built', we'd since discovered two things:

1. The driveway curve to approach the house/garage from the north wasn't quite where we had originally wanted it to be. The stake we'd put in to mark the middle of the driveway for the curve was mistaken as the eastern-most edge of the curve.  And once the driveway was installed, and the house/garage built, approaching the garage straight enough to pull in the overhead door was a bit tricky on the eastern-most door.
2. In order to 'fix' the driveway and re-route that curve to the more desirable location/arc for straight approach to that particular door, we would need to extend the culvert. And bring in more dirt/base material to build up the location for that curve.

Neither was a real hot button, and over the years there were much more pressing things to spend our time and money on.  But, while building DH's shop in the Fall of 2022, the culvert got damaged.  Being driven over repeatedly by a 25-yard gravel train (of sand needed in bringing up the grade around one half of the shop) had crushed part of it.  

Didn't affect us much until winter came, and it was a really wet winter.  Lots and lots of rain, often on top of frozen ground. Water pooled up in the circle part of our driveway because the culvert was partially blocked.  And then when things started to thaw out, that crushed culvert became an extremely leaky culvert, and a small sinkhole developed in the driveway.  Now it was a problem.

Hence, DH's decision to not extend the culvert, but to replace it.  And if we were going to replace it, we might as well get one long enough to be what we'd need when re-doing that curve in the driveway.  (And if we were going to have the right length culvert, we might as well put the driveway reroute on our calendar. . .)

So, we walked off several driveway culvert location scenarios, complete with rope to lay down as a visual so we could see which option we liked best.  The one we both agreed was the most preferable in terms of drainage and working with where we wanted to amend that curve in the driveway was in the same spot as the crushed one, but about twice as long so that it both extended further into the circle part of the drive for better reach to the lowest part of the circle and ran under and out the other side of the grassy slope we used as a way to back long trailers perpendicular to the front door of the barn and pull out straight up onto the driveway where it goes past the house.  Which is how we ended up needing 30+ feet of culvert.  

That is not an easy size to come by when you are doing this yourself and want a normal diameter corrugated plastic driveway culvert instead of some massive takes-a-creek-under-a-roadway diameter metal culvert.  Thankfully, the nearby big box store had 10' (or was it 12'? I don't remember now) sections in stock as well as the needed couplers to connect it all to the desired length.

Before the new culvert could be installed, the old one had to be removed.  DH did a little digging with the tractor bucket, and a little digging by hand, and had me wrap a strap around the middle of the existing culvert via the hole he'd dug above and on either side of it.  His thought was with the strap around the middle then attached to the tractor bucket, he could use the tractor to lift up and pull out the old culvert.

What he didn't account for was how much dirt had washed in via the broken spot (remember the sinkhole in the spring?)  That dirt was heavy, and the tractor could not pull the culvert free of it's spot in the driveway even with most of the layer of driveway removed from above it.  Which meant more hand digging.  Another attempt at pulling with the tractor broke the culvert into two pieces, the lighter of which came out.  More digging (and sweating, and, truthfully, swearing) and eventually the entire old culvert was out.  Which left a trench about a foot and a half wide across the width of the driveway.  And, now it was getting too late at night to put the new one in because the removal had taken about four hours longer than anticipated.

(Seems like every project--and some vacations--we endeavor to do there's always a lengthy frustrating delay or unforeseen problem that becomes kind of a funny memory years in the future.  Maybe someday I'll write the story of our trip from Michigan to Oregon hauling a new-to-us camper in 2008 and blowing out 3 of the 4 camper tires one by one along the way. . . )

The next day, we dug out the trench for the new culvert to sit in, using the laser transit to mark depth so that there were no high spots along the length of it.  Afterall, the whole idea of this new culvert was to get the water to drain where we wanted it to and not create puddles, sinkholes, or really muddy areas where we needed to drive which included not just the existing driveway but the area in front of the barn and the shop where we intended to create a driveway.  Getting the pitch right was very important.

Once we had the trench at the right length, depth, and pitch, the new culvert pieces were joined together and laid into the trench.  Easy peasy. Then DH backfilled, using the tractor.

We ordered some gravel, and spread that over the part of the driveway that we'd had to dig up for the culvert replacement.  Good as new!

The slop (or 'ramp' as we typically refer to it) that now had a culvert underneath it needed a little modification in width and pitch, both to protect the culvert when being driven over as well as for ease of driving a vehicle towing a trailer or hay wagon up or down.  Using dirt from a place in the field DH had been wanting to modify (for better drainage) anyway, he adjusted the ramp.  The old culvert had ended about 6' from the ramp (which had been the north edge of the existing little hill we'd built the house at this little place here on), and that distance had made a really hazardous drop off of about three feet on the driveway edge. Now, with the new, longer culvert, we filled that in so that the driveway--with it's newly adjusted curve--and the ramp flow together. No drop off for unsuspecting visitors (or drivers not paying attention) to fall off of.

That was then end of this phase of our two part project.  The second part happened during the winter.

I Did a Whole Counted Cross Stitch and Never Mentioned it Once!

 Over the weekend, I put the finishing back stitches onto a sorta large counted cross stitch project that I'd started back in January.  At which point I took a picture, so I could share here my finished product.  And then, scanning back though this entire year's blog posts, couldn't find a single mention that I was even doing any counted cross stitch once Christmas presents had been made for 2024.

Huh.  

Well, for a good part of the winter and a bit of early spring, I was working on a new cross stitch, by the same designer as the fox and the squirrel I'd done in previous years.  This one is a rabbit, and you can find the pattern here.  I actually got everything but about three colors of the back stitching done by Easter time.  And then my cross stitch got put away in the 'clean the house for Easter company' frenzy, and until ten days ago, I hadn't touched it once.

Typically summer is not a time of much stitching for me, as there is so much to be done outside and other than cooking/eating meals most days I'm not in the house until after dark.  As I get older, my eyes don't so much like cross stitching under artificial light.  So cross stitching has become more of a cold-weather day time thing for me.

However, we had some really hot and extremely humid weather lately, and in the name of not dropping dead from heat stroke, I spent a bit more time indoors than I usually would in July.  And, to be productive without actually doing housework  I pulled out my rabbit cross stitch and decided to put some back stitches into it.  By the third day of working a little here and there on it, I was surprised to find that I was done!

So, here it is!

You know what this means, right?  Now I need to pick a new cross stitch project to start so I have something to stitch on if we continue to have suffocatingly humid days this summer.  🤣  Realistically, it's time to pick a new Santa ornament to stitch as my Mom's Christmas gift this year.  I have several kits in my stash as options.