We don't have garbage pick up, so we regularly take our garbage to the dump. Last week I picked up a food processor there at the exchange corner, and finally realized today that it had no blades.
So I thought maybe Pete could use the motor. But for what? Well, what goes 'round and 'round. Something to sand or grind. Hey! A grinder for me. I could go for that. But maybe he'd like it for something else. Hey! a tumbler for me.
I had to replace the top to my food processor. It got melted in the oven... anyway.. it cost 8 bucks to replace. It was worth it tho. I use it a fair amount. Diana
Talked me into it! I had gone to a marketing workshop for MO artisans. Everybody had a display of what they did. There was a woman who makes paper and cast paper ornaments. She also sells kits that allow you to make paper from your junk mail. What a great idea! thinks I!! I'll get one of those and make neat hang-tags (something I still haven't gotten around to) for my stuff. So I buy one. I go home. I boil up a mess of junk mail and let it cool. I follow the instructions, I put the results into the blender. Still reading the instructions, I switch it on!!!!!!. Suddenly I am very cold and wet. I can't see the instructions. I realize the lid to the blender is still in my hand. I have already turned off the blender, but, wow!!!!!!!!! I am covered, head to toe, in wet, blue, dripping paper. My kitchen walls in that corner of the room have been papered. As has the fridge and all the appliances and cabinets. As I begin mopping up, I realize it's raining. Looking up I see blue sky. No. Wait. That's......Paper! It is coating that stupid textured ceiling. But I get it all cleaned up. (Ha!) I wash me off. Peel it off my clothes. I proceed to make blue paper. It comes out very nice. It's a lot more time and effort than I had imagined for the amount of results. The doorbell rings. It's the UPS guy. He starts to hand me the clipboard to sign. He stops. He stares. I glance into the entryway mirror. Blue chicken pox! I smile and tell him it isn't contagious. I close the door and clean my face better. That was 3 years ago. Last time my eldest was home (in June) I moved something in the kitchen that had been moved and cleaned behind since the "incident" (I swear!). And what flakes off? You got it. Blue paper. Junk mail anyone? Barbara Dream Master
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