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I had to get creative this week, as not everything was photographed - nor did all of it warrant photography.  More of the same rather boring purges, but we are making headway! 

1- I hate to admit it, but I was emotionally attached to this $1 Target plastic mixing bowl.  While it did give me a twinge, I held steady in my resolve to not only purge, but to purge plastic.  Plastic and I are at a crossroads - I am taking another path.

2- P is for photographs.  Another big stack helped warm us up via the fireplace on Saturday night.  The dogs and I LOVE flammable purge stuff!

3- Buttons!  Instead of doing something really useful, I spent an entire hour going through a small portion of my button collection.  A large tin went out the door on Sunday.

4- Another attachment to this cheapo set of measuring spoons.  However, it was a lot easier to divorce myself from this bit of plastic, now that I have a very lovely ceramic measuring spoon set.  (Okay, technically, "purge" is used a little loosely in this case, as it was supplanted by another set.  But I don't care - I'm counting it anyway because it's a double purge.  Clear as mud?)

5- Firstly, I do not change tires.  I used to, in my misspent youth (once having set a time record that would have put me easily in the pit at NASCAR - it was midnight and it was a very bad neighborhood.  Flat off/replacement on in under 5 minutes...) but now I have AAA.  With age comes useful memberships.  Plus, I have two of these.  You don't?  Really?

6- One of those things that gathers dust in the boot of your car.  A cigarette lighter-powered air pump.  Right.

7- F is for files.  Another box was winnowed down to an eighth of its size and carted off to the transfer station for recycling.

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The "Bar".

I threw a small birthday dinner for my neighbor and, as I set up the bar area (also known as the kitchen island), I wondered how many people also offered Udder Comfort with their wine, vodka and kombucha.  I think I had everything covered.  The dinner turned out to be very nice - I boned a leg of lamb and let it soak up a marinade of olive oil, garlic, fresh rosemary, S/P and lemon juice all day.  I slapped it on the grill (after removing the three story mouse condo - they had conveniently moved the moth balls to the far end of the grill, so as not to interfere with their building project - and scrubbing it like mad), made mashed taters with minced parsley and chives, and added oven roasted asparagus.  Dessert was his favorite (his mother used to make it for him, I recalled) - pineapple upside down cake.  The GF version.

Saturday was spent with my sister, Connie, touring some local antique (or, vintage) shops.  We were frequently hysterical - neither of us brought our glasses along, so we were squinting and taking wild stabs at prices.  I picked up a neato magnifying glass in a leather case, so we would fall into a snorting heap when I whipped it out - you had to be there.  I was on a quest to replace my plastic mixing bowls (hang onto your Anchor Hocking, ladies and gents!) and my sister picked up an adorable demitasse cup and saucer for her collection.  We had lunch in a great little café in Bennington, and then I reluctantly dropped her off at home.  But, she had our parents to see to, and I had some furry dependents that needed me home.