There was a crooked house

 

I finally washed the windows this week, inside and out, which let in the light to highlight the dust. This has been an exceptionally dirty summer from all the heavy construction, sending up clouds across the neighborhood. Sure feel sorry for anyone who recently painted their house. All of our white trim is positively grey. 

Anyway, there isn't a level wall or floor in this 100-year old house, so John puts shims under the heavy furniture so drawers open and such. Our oak filing cabinet weighs about 1,000 pounds and decided to come off its shims, so that was the early morning project. Of course moving it revealed a mess of spider webs and filth under all the furniture in this room. Thank you Mr. Swiffer for the finest invention of the century. 

In other home news, the dishwasher isn't getting the dishes clean anymore. It isn't operator error, because loading it is John's department. Anyway, a dishwasher does gets a workout here. Just four years old, but already at that point where it makes more sense to replace than try and repair. Remember when you expected major appliances to last a lifetime?

In other news. Applesauce. 

I don't have one of those old-fashioned mills for sieving applesauce. And I didn't need it, because these perfectly diced bits of peeled apple (cut by you-know-who) cooked right down to a perfect consistency. I canned 6 pints yesterday. I am so done.