Welcome to That Old House

Thank you for finding That Old House amidst the chaos of the Internet. Yes, that is our house in the header.
This blog named itself. When I tell local people where we live, they almost always say, "Oh! You live in that old house!"
We do, and I'm glad you've come to visit -- Cass

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Hey! Who You Callin' A Drip?


Lots of snow here.
Maybe lots of snow where you are, too.


Snow on the grass, the driveway, the patio
and piled up against the sunroom.


Yup.  That's Dylan and Anne, below.
Yup.  That's a lot of snow.
(They are in front of a six foot fence.)

Howard, trying to keep up with clearing
snow from paths, so the dogs can get about their business!

Eventually, even when it is still below freezing,
the Sun begins to melt the vintage snow.

And replace that snow with . . . ice and water.
So far, our sunroom windows are managing to fend off
the efforts of the melting ice to storm the barricades,
and sneak into the house.

As for another part of the house,
the ice is being more clever.
Walls are not supposed to look like this:

This is the small wall to the left of my desk, in a little windowed
"bump out" that juts from our study out onto the front porch.

Lots of ice on the flat porch roof is damming up
the melting ice, and the water is snaking its way into the house.

Walls are weeping and paint is peeling.
The ceiling is beginning to look a little . . . umm . . . dampish.
The window frame was running with water a day ago.
What nerve.

When you own a house, especially a house as
old as That Old House, there's always something.

Hey. No point in fretting. It's all fix-able.
As my Mom used to say, 
"If it doesn't bleed, don't worry about it!"
Amen, Mom.

(We -- if by "we" I mean "Anne" -- went up to the 2nd floor window that overlooks the
ice dam, leaned out, and shoved a lot of the ice and snow away.
This has slowed down the drips.  Not counting the ones that dripped all over Anne.)

Stay warm and dry, my friends!  -- Cass

Friday, February 14, 2014

Valentine's Day -- Snow, An Orchid, Spaniels, and ... More Snow


February 14th: Saint Valentine's Day.
Thank you, dear Howard, for the orchid.  It's warming up in the sunroom.
The Fed Ex man braved our snowy landscape to deliver it on time.  :-)

I haven't seen my husband since Wednesday morning, 
when he left for work in New York City, ahead of the big snowstorm.  
It was a stay-in-the-city type of storm, and so he did.  
He'll be home tonight.  
How fitting . . . home for Valentine's Day.  :-)  Or, night.

Nothing says Love like cardboard cut-outs and
a chain of flocked hearts, from Dollar Tree.
I win the cheesy holiday decorating award!
I spent a total of $4 for my decor.
How romantic is that?  For most husbands . . . very.
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So, we have some snow.

You probably do,too.
If you live in the Northeast USA.
Or parts of the South!

The morning was glorious, with ice-coated trees just glistening
in the sunshine.  Those sparkly hills in the distance, below,
are several miles away; I could not stop looking at them!

Glitter! 

And then, there are our dogs, Dylan and Gilda.
Life has become rather restricted for them since the snow!

video
(If you follow on email, and no video shows up in this space,
you can go to the blog itself for our dogs frolicking in fresh snow.)

If you, like we, have more than two feet of snow from
two weeks' worth of snowfall . . . good luck and stay warm!

Happy Valentine's Day!
Eat some chocolate.  -- Cass


Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Those Crazy Cut-Ups: Mother Nature and Father Christmas!



A Happy New Year to all!


I'm sure things have been hopping at your home, too,
as time slid into the New Year, and then the 12 days
of Christmas ushered in the season of Epiphany on January 6th.
Our fresh Sunroom tree, back on December 18th, freshly decorated.
You can still see ornament boxes stacked in the lower right corner!
This tree is a Canaan Fir, and took 4 Rubbermaid bins of ornaments,
1,800 colored lights, and one strand of white lights around the trunk.
Howard is a lighting wizard.
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How was your Christmas?
Ours was lovely,
with both of our daughters and our son-in-law under our roof.  
We had a big party on December 21st, but I took no pictures.
Too busy!

Christmas morning at That Old House: 

Josh and Alida made Monkey Bread for breakfast,
a tradition borrowed from his family.
So good, your brains could fall out!

Anne made her lighter-than-air waffles,
this year gluten-free!
Waffles, real maple syrup, and breakfast sausages.
We don't skimp on Christmas feasting!

 And then, it got cold. 
Really, really cold.
Brass Monkey alert cold.
Our fence, this week, with the Christmas lights still
festooning it, and the thermometer crying "Uncle!"
Our resident red-headed bombshell, Gilda,
is not bothered by the cold at all.
She wears a nice, thick fur coat.
All the time. 

 Dylan DiPoochy, whose coat is rather thin
in comparison, is less happy with the frigid outdoors.


We fenced in a play yard for the dogs; here's part of it,
as seen from the dining room windows:

 They haven't spent much time playing in it.
Gee, I wonder why?

Meanwhile, in the house, Christmas still holds sway
. . . in the front hall: 

. . . in the Parlor: 


. . . and in the Sunroom, where the Canaan Fir
still stands, still in good shape.
I really hate to take down a Christmas tree! 

Sunroom tree, on Tuesday morning, 1/7/14.

Gilda has started to yank ornaments off the tree
and put them on the floor.
I think perhaps she's pushing me into restoring
the house to a more normal state.  Gilda is a very opinionated lady.

She likes to sleep on pillows,
and often tips one over to make a bed for herself.

The other day she used her nose to push a pillow off a club chair
and into a basket of clean folded laundry.
Nice little nest, isn't it?



Happy Epiphany to all!
This season of the church year brings us to Lent, to Ash Wednesday.
How 'bout that?  Before we know it, we will be looking at Spring.
I promise.  -- Cass
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Friday, December 20, 2013

Catching Up!

It's been more than a month since my last blog post.


I know!!!

Crazy, huh?   So what have you all been up to? 
We had a great Thanksgiving; 15 at table this year, which is probably about half what we usually have, but it made for a peaceful holiday, and a quicker cleanup!  As always, Howard wore his turkey shirt.  And for the first time ever, I forgot to get a picture of him in it.
Oh well.
At least I got this fellow, wandering the edge of a nearby road on the Sunday
before Thanksgiving.  Making his great escape, I guess.


We've had too much of this:
Anne, clearing ice off my van.

In the spirit of the season, Anne tried decking the dog with antlers.

Dylan decided to eat them instead.

But bigger brains prevailed.
Get that off, Mr. Smartypants.

After more than a year, the local birds discovered our window-hung
bird feeder.  They are not quick studies, our local birds.
Especially since the local squirrels discovered it at about the same time.

Our fresh tree, in the sunroom.
It's a winner this year -- and a species we have never heard of!
Canaan Fir.  It's wonderful.  If you can find one, grab it.
Do you like all the storage boxes and the white plastic around it?  Hahaha . . . we run a classy joint.
 This is me, singing at church.
OK.  That's a fib.

But what isn't a fib is that it has taken me all these weeks to get into 
the spirit of the season . . . and it's coming none too soon,
as our annual Christmas Grab Bag party is tomorrow.

Yikes.  I've got lots to do.  See you on the other side of Saturday!
-- Cass


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Craigslist Love, And When Ferns Invade!


It has gotten ugly cold around here.
Last night, past freezing.  Well past freezing.
So I (if by "I" we mean "Howard") brought
in the porch ferns and baskets, to shelter in our hall.

Our front hall looks like a set for Little Shop of Horrors.

On flattened garbage bags, we have three e-nor-mous Boston ferns,
and one rather deflated hanging geranium.  She's getting a haircut, and a warm cozy spot to recover.

I'm going to try and hang these ferns.  Somewhere.
I need hanging pots for them, without drainage holes!
I'll sit their "hole-y" pots inside the solid ones.

 The big asparagus ferns, which started the summer
as little asparagus ferns, will stay on their pedestals,
probably in the dining room.

Oy.  That's a lot of ferns.
Wish me luck. 

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Meanwhile,
Craigslist has come up trumps for me again.  :-)

Last year, I bought 8 dinner plates at the Christmas Tree Shops.
Pfaltzgraff.   White basketweave pattern.  Love 'em.
Read about my love for all basketweave china, here.

But 8 dinner plates isn't enough.  I needed new everyday white dishes.
Really.  I did.  Just ask my husband.  
Or maybe don't ask him, come to think of it.

Craigslist to the rescue.
Complete service for 14, in Oneida's Basketweave pattern.
Score. 
Tomorrow I brave the jungles of Bergen County to meet a lovely woman
who is the current custodian of my basketweave china,
and hopefully will haul it all home in the trusty minivan.

Stay warm, my friends!  -- Cass

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Friday, November 8, 2013

NOvember Roses, NO-stir Risotto, and NO Clue What To Do With an Auction Washstand


Bringing home a vintage furniture bargain can
be a lot like bringing home your first baby.

You're all excited. . . until you get home, put the baby in the
middle of your bed, step back, look at your husband and say,
"Holy (censored)!  What have we done?"

And so it is with something I got at auction last year. 
Last summer, with bags and boxes of other auction and thrift finds scattered around the sunroom.  I make messes.

In the summer of 2012, I snagged a Sheraton-style
washstand at an auction in Pennsylvania.


It has been imprisoned in a storage unit.
Till now.
I've had this piece standing in my kitchen for days - kind of 
the equivalent of plopping it into the middle of our bed - while I
decide what to do with it.  Time for it to move on.  I think I will paint it.

It's such a pretty piece, and graceful: a classic Sheraton style washstand.
That hole in the top?  I have no idea what it is for.  Do you?
As for painting it . . .  I've got Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Paris Grey, 
Ralph Lauren's Bone Black paint (just about my favorite), 
and a gorgeous soft aqua - although that one will require a primer.
I'm kind of lazy.

What would you do?
I'm open to suggestions.  It's headed for the booth, as I have
no room for it here, so I'd love to hear what would catch your eye.
(BTW refinishing is not a practical option; the finish is shot in too many places.)

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Have you got one of these?
 It's a cast iron enameled stock pot, or Dutch oven.
I'm sure you've seen the beautiful Le Creuset ones in stores.
This is not one of those.  It's from Sur la Table, and I love it.

Plus, using it helps tone my arms, as it weighs a freaking ton.

 I've made stews, chowders, soups, chicken, roasts, pork loin,
chili, and baked beans in this 8-quart baby, since Santa brought it last year.

 But my new favorite recipe for this pot is Baked Risotto.
'Cause who doesn't like a hot pile of creamy rice?
Especially when you don't have to stand at the stove stirring it.
Although that also is a good way to tone your arms.

Oven Risotto - Ingredients to serve 4 (main course) or 6 (side dish).
1-1/2 cups Arborio rice (short grain) - I like Trader Joe's brand.
5 cups (about) of HOT broth or other seasoned liquid, or water if you prefer.
1/2 cup of wine - your choice.  I use a dry white.
A lump of butter, or some oil, for the pan.
Plus - whatever you want to add.  Cheese, onion, garlic, mushrooms, peas, 
asparagus, spinach, squash . . . whatever strikes your fancy.

 Step One:  Put your Arborio rice in the pot with some butter, or oil.
Get 'em all hot and bothered.  The ricey bits will get a little transparent looking.

Step Two: Add 4 cups of the liquid and stir.
Don't worry.  Just stir to smush it all together.

Step Three:  Put the pot in a preheated 350-degree oven.
I set a timer for about 40 minutes, so I can check the risotto.
Yes, I give it a stir then, and if it's dryish I add more liquid, usually the rest of the broth and the wine.

Step Four:  When you check it, add in any extra stuff.  I had some leftover spinach, so in it went,
along with some finely chopped sauteed onion and garlic.  You never go wrong with garlic.

Then it's back into the oven for Step Five: the final cooking.  It should take about 15 minutes
and the risotto will be all done - nicely creamy and delicious, all the ricey bits tender.  
I sauteed some cherry tomatoes, and put them and the grated Parmesan into the risotto to complete it.
We had it for dinner that night, with some mashed butternut squash
on the side, and it was delicious.  Now it's probably clear from this
alleged recipe that I was using what I had on hand;
it was an impromptu meal, the kind I always think of as "free,"
because I don't have to go and buy anything new.

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Around That Old House, most of the summer
flowers are spent.  Kaput.  All done.

Someone forgot to tell the little rose bushes in the border
behind our house, along the old stone wall, that it's time to fold their tents.

 In a walk 'round the yard with the dogs today, I snapped some pics.
And there's Gilda, our Ruby Cavalier, on the far left of this picture, snuffling in the leaves.
And yes, those are the old shutters off our house; we still can't figure out what to do with them!

These aren't great pics.  I had a dog lead in each hand.
Dogs don't stand still and wait while Mom snaps a picture.   They yank.

 Dogs explore.  And sniff.  And pull against their leashes.
There are just so many great smells. you know?


Yellow roses are still in bud, and blooming.
They've got guts, these little guys.
We've already had several below freezing overnights.  Brrrr . . . .

Time to go inside, kids.
There's cookies and a soft sofa waiting for you.
Haha . . . Dylan is giving me a Bronx Cheer!  Can you see his little tongue sticking out?  Cheeky monkey!
Have a great weekend, friends.
I have absolutely no idea what we'll be doing, but I hope
it involves at least something on my TBDBT List! -- Cass

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