So much of renovating a home involves doing not fun things in order to get to do what you truly want to do. I’m learning to take such things in stride, resisting the urge to lay down on the floor and throw a fit, and just getting on with it already.
The weekend included:
-Cleaning out a yucky shed-complete with a frightening wasp’s nest-and going through neatly boxed items that we’ve held onto for no reason. Much like my laundry project, I ran across bizarre collections such as the box containing some cleaning products, a mason jar, precisely three triangles of dog food and a football.
We threw away and recycled lots of things, including three heavy glass and wood doors that had been mouldering in the yucky shed since we bought the house. Just leaned them against a tree by the curb and posted them as free on Craigslist. They were gone within the hour to an emphatically appreciative, tattooed couple. I love Craigslist.
-We also tried to fix the shed roof since holes have spontaneously appeared in the corrugated plastic and the rain has been freely pouring onto our toolbox and, embarrassingly although not yet irreparably, a corner of a china cabinet. Once we determined that the roof wouldn’t hold even the weight of my slight, marathon-running son, it became apparent that we needed to re-engineer a plan. We started devising some kind of pulley, belaying system before deciding it was just too much to think about on a Saturday afternoon.
This is the shed I’m hoping to completely demolish so, it felt a bit like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic the entire time I was working on it in the 90 degree heat. My efforts were rewarded, though, when Jay had the completely brill idea of stopping at 4 and sipping sangria, specifically the white kind, in the courtyard.
I have made (and sipped) lots of sangria in my day, but always red, never white. I concocted a recipe that turned out great, is easy and, although we felt like we were swilling glass-after-glass, we barely drank more than one bottle.
If that sounds like a lot of wine to you, you haven’t seen my shed.
-Dry white wine
-Ginger ale (This kept us from having to add sugar. You could also use club soda if it’s too sweet for you.)
-Oranges, lemons and limes
-Straws (We used the flexible ones because they were 99 cents at Safeway. And, while I suppose you don’t absolutely need to use them, I don’t know why you wouldn’t.)
I didn’t even really measure, which I think is the beauty of sangria. Basically poured slightly more wine than advisable over ice into a glass. Topped off with about half that much ginger ale. Added orange, lemon and lime slices with a splash of Grand Marnier. I had planned to use Peach Schnapps but, not being 17, didn’t have any on hand, forgot to buy some at the liquor store, and think we actually preferred the Grand Marnier anyway.
And, I would love to hear from anyone who is reading in my comments section. Do you have a great sangria recipe? An idea on how to fix a roof you can’t really get to? Seriously, I’m monopolizing the conversation here.
This was not an original idea. In fact, I completely and promptly stole it from Anna at doorsixteen. We DO have a history of putting together playlists here at the casa, though. So wanted to celebrate the first day of summer by sharing a playlist perfect for sipping ice cold pinot grigio to (trying to figure out how not to end this sentence with a preposition.)
Love is a Building on Fire Talking Heads
Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues Eels
Heavy Metal Drummer Wilco
Song for a Future Generation B-52′s
Aberdeen Cage the Elephant
Horchata Vampire Weekend
Be So Happy Heartless Bastards
Love, the casa