Showing posts with label gas prices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gas prices. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 1, 2022

Chicken prices

Yesterday I had occasion to go into my favorite restaurant-supply store (Chef's Store) for a minor purchase. While there, I inquired about the cost of a 40-lb. box of boneless skinless chicken breasts. (I'm beginning to think of this as my benchmark item for tracking inflation.) I like canning up chicken, but the prices have been too high lately.

 
Three months ago, if you recall, I called for the price of this item and was told it was $135. I did not purchase the chicken. Before that, in January, the price was $110. I didn't purchase chicken then either. (And boy do I regret it.)

However yesterday, the price had zoomed to $177/box. Major ouch.

So let's track this, shall we? For a 40-lb. box of boneless skinless chicken breasts:

• Jan. 12: $110

• Feb. 26: $135

• May 31: $177

Unless my math is off, that's about a 62% increase in four months. Meanwhile gas in our neck of the woods is about $4.95/gallon.

I honestly don't know how people are coping.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Gas prices

Lately we've been watching gas prices creep down down down. As Younger Daughter put it, she's never likely to see such prices again during her lifetime, so I've been taking photos to document this unprecedented event.

This was our local price January 15:


These photos were taken January 22:



These are the lowest prices I've seen. As of this writing, prices are starting to creep up to about $1.65/gallon... which is still, by modern standards, astronomically low.

It remains to be seen how long they stay this low, especially in light of the recent death of the Saudi king. I'm certain the low prices are affecting the livelihood of some people; but meanwhile it's awfully nice to get change back at the gas station.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Random pix

Some random pix from the last couple weeks.

Morning fog, just burning off.


Rain/snow squall moving across the area.


Pileated woodpecker, a large native species. Too far away, unfortunately, to crop and get a clear view...


...so here's a pic lifted off Wikipedia. Very dramatic birds. (Loud too.)


The tail end of that earlier squall.


Compare this to a photo I took a couple weeks earlier, showing the mountains.


Some "awww" factor with Lydia.


The finished and filed support papers for our 2011 tax year. Taxes are signed and out the door!


Gas prices around April 11:


Our barn cat, perched high on a stack of hay bales. What IS it with cats and heights?


I lit a candle one evening just for atmosphere, and I liked the way it shone on these canning jars. Candles and canning jars. It's so ME, isn't it?


Our hoosier, caught in a shaft of evening sun.


Our friend GG is staying with us for two weeks during Easter break from her boarding school. On a windy afternoon the girls decided to build a temporary fort down in the pasture.


They came back to the house and fetched several baskets of goodies -- stacks of books, speakers for GG's iPod, microwave popcorn, lemonade, blankets and pillows, and other comforts.


Home away from home!


At the last minute another friend joined them.


The wind was unrelenting so the fort didn't last much longer. By the afternoon this was all that was left.


Later, Older Daughter and GG tried some archery.


Older Daughter, trying a new recipe. Delicious!


She gets her dirty-everything-in-the-kitchen genes from me.


She likes cooking but hates cleaning up. I hate cooking but don't mind cleaning up. Hmmm, I think we've got something here.


Lydia and Major, playing.


Convincing Lydia to try on a hat.


She wasn't impressed.


Pretty sunset.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Brain dead at tax time

I feel like I haven't been posting much lately, but I have a good excuse: I'm working on our taxes. In fact I've been working on them both day...


...and night. (Well, verrrrry early morning. I don't DO nights.)


Our tax appointment is on Friday and I'm pretty brain-dead at the moment. So, in the absence of any cognizant neural activity not related to crunching numbers, I'll post some random pix until I recover my mental faculties.

For some time now, Younger Daughter has been hankering to try a cello. Her fiddle teacher very kindly and trustingly loaned her his own personal instrument for the week. Here he's giving her a few pointers on how to hold her bow and position her fingers, which are slightly different than fiddle technique.


Oh my goodness, she played that instrument the blessed week long, just fiddling (so to speak) around, playing fiddle tunes on the cello. Really neat to listen to.


When she went back this week, her teacher was so impressed by her progress that he assigned her a couple of specific cello tunes and let her have the cello another week. Hmmm -- we may be renting a cello in the near future.


Not to be outdone musically, Older Daughter just went through an ordeal. One of our church pianists recently retired, leaving the congregation a bit short-handed in the music department. Older Daughter was asked to step into a void when both our other pianists would be out of town, and play the church service. Last Sunday was her nerve-wracking debut, and she did outstanding.


She has a hard time operating the pedals in shoes, so she always kicks them off.


Both my girls hate to perform in public, so this was indeed an ordeal for her which she passed with flying colors. She has one more Sunday to play -- toward the end of May -- so she has lots of time to practice the hymns.

While taking a walk this week, our neighbors had released their hunting dogs to get some exercise. They plastered themselves against the fence as we walked by...


...then raced Older Daughter as she ran along the road.


Climbing over a fallen tree.


The distant mountains are firmly capped with snow.


A neighbor drove by on his four-wheeler...


...with his dog along for the ride.


Speaking of dogs, here's a twelve-foot-high model outside the Aslin-Finch feed store in Spokane. Arf.


Science lesson for the day: the Coriolis Effect.


Older Daughter was practicing with her archery set the other day. She didn't notice that the fletching on one of the arrows was broken. The arrow went astray from the haybales where she was aiming and punched through the wall of the barn.


Good thing there were no livestock around!


Gas prices March 24.


Gas prices April 3.


It must be spring. Our local feed store has chicks.


Chickens eating apple peels.


Lydia lounging. What a life.