I don't know when the cheaper brands of baked beans started being canned as a big lump of beans swimming in a sea of liquid, but now I have encountered it twice, once in a store brand, and once in a brand from one of the largest ag companies.
In the latter case, I pulled out a strainer and measured: just about exactly half of the can's contents by volume were pourable liquid.
I hate washing strainers.
This reminds me of early in the pandemic, when dried pasta suddenly started taking much longer to cook for some reason.
In other activities, I was able to repair watchbands for two children. I took a toy apart and pulled some dust out of it that was getting in the way of the mechanism. I altered a swimsuit so that it would fit for another season.
I knit a dishcloth from acrylic yarn rejected by a child, who also went through a substantial fabric stash and burn-tested samples to separate out the ones with synthetic fibers.
I finished one section of crochet for my curtain project.
Several pairs of pants were retired for being too far gone in the seat, and there is at least one more that needs to be retired, now that I think of it.
My husband dehydrated some cabbage. I learned that you can freeze tomatoes whole. Children have been growing mint.
My husband also brought home a vintage metal-frame chair similar to three that we already own. They are very child-resistant, except for the vinyl seats. My longer-term plan is to redo them in sturdy leather.
A family from church is making big changes to their diet, and they gave us several boxes of food from their pantry that they could no longer eat. It was good to get a change from our usual and somewhat tedious simple foods.