Mould

From the Dictionary of Newfoundland English:
mould v To shape the frame or skeleton of a boat or vessel by the use of thin strips of wood formed in the intended shape and proportions of the craft, or by a model; freq in phr mould out.
T 43/8-64 You had your mould to go by—you couldn't make any mistake. You mould out your frame by your mould and a rising-board, or a model if you prefer. T 178/9-65We'd have a mould, and he was marked; and then another board, a risin' board. We only mould all the midship timbers, but then we'd batten her out.

And did I get a framer and shaper - well maybe not of a boat but certainly of kitchen cabinets and handmade doors.


Above are the old handmade cabinets from eighty years ago that I was reluctant to demolish to accommodate the dishwasher.

Gordon-The-Gift presented me with this magnificent carpentry yesterday:



What I really want to do is haul my bed into the kitchen and sleep with these beauties as my dishwasher purrs sexily beside me.

Mundle

From the Dictionary of Newfoundland English
mundle n also mundel OED ~ dial; EDD sb 1. Wooden utensil used for stirring various mixtures; SHIM, SLICE.
1896 J A Folklore ix, 23 Mundel: a stick with a flat end for stirring meal when boiling for porridge. P 118-67 There's an old mundel out in the pantry now. C 75-144 ~ a wooden utensil used for stirring large amounts of dough, soup or batter. [It] is the shape of a miniature shovel. C 75-146 ~ a flat, wooden stick about 12 in. long, pared at the top with the bottom flat. It was used to stir up mixtures of paint, paste, batters, limestone, etc

It's that kind of day. I realized I couldn't live without a dishwasher after 6-1/2 years of living here, mostly part-time until this year. Housekeeping and dishwashing are never at the top of my list. And I never feel I do a good job at it anyway. Never have. I come from a proud long line of non-housekeepers on my mother's side and am delighted that the gene is being carried aloft like a banner by my daughter and granddaughter. There's a huge benefit in that it forces one to get a good education to afford the outsourcing of those tasks.

However since my slender means don't extend to a live in, I'm left to my own devices for most of every two weeks when my wonderful Emma shows up and shovels me out. I've never had the nerve to pile up the dishes for two weeks, though my china and cutlery could be stretched out to that time length. And being the environmentalist that I am paper plates would be a no-go. So I'm stuck with washing dishes and stuck with doing a rather rotten job of it too. Hence the dishwasher. Which is very tall as I don't want to do casserole dishes and enormous bowls either.

Hence Gordon-the-Gift here looking askance at my tiny kitchen and not-tall-enough counters and having me crunch depth and length and height numbers and scratching his head and shaking it at me and me saying: please, please, Gordon, wave that magic measuring tape, fit it in somehow!

It's a mundle of a day alright.