Although the weatherstripping Mr. Fixit found was the right fit for our old doors, the garage floor itself is a bit uneven and there are still a few gaps. That may straighten itself out in the warmer weather, but for now the holes could still be a problem. Mr. Fixit was talking to someone a few days ago who said he has a couple of two-by-fours wrapped in old rags that he puts against the doors when it rains or the snow melts--kind of like draft dodgers.
Oh, said Mr. Fixit, suddenly remembering something--so did his Grandpa! That is, the Grandpa who lived in and helped build this house. He used to put boards wrapped in rags against the doors in certain kinds of wet weather. But Grandpa's boards disappeared years ago. We could have just bought new two-by-fours and wrapped them in rags too, but Mr. Fixit came up with something slightly more elegant and almost as cheap.
Dollygirl made over a thrifted doll, spray-painted a wooden clementine tray that's going to be a doll ottoman, and created a doll dressing table using fabric, duct tape, and an old mirror.(More ideas for reusing clementine or other wooden fruit boxes here.) She's also been finding things to spruce up her own room, like fabric bows for a quarter apiece at Michael's. She picked up a pair of inexpensive discount-store boots for what's left of the winter--by next winter she'd have outgrown more expensive ones. And we found her a $3 pair of Old Navy pants at a thrift store.
I used up some last bits of baking chocolate to make a cake. I also used the rest of my Christmas-gift dried cherries and blueberries to dress up a pan of Budget101's MYO Chewy Granola Bars; I cut them smaller, more like squares this time. I also refilled our hot-chocolate can with homemade mix, and used a stray can of pineapple to make sherbet.This week's grocery trip was, again, expensive, even at Food Basics. But we did score some deals on flour tortillas and frozen fruit. Cubed round steak was a pretty good deal, turkey breast was a good deal, but chicken was out of sight. Mr. Fixit cooked up some of the turkey for dinner tonight, and afterwards he said, "I remember sometimes how my mom would make a big turkey dinner or something, and we'd ask her what the occasion was. She'd say, '59 cents a pound.'"
And that was our week. How was yours?