Here we go again. Another Monday. We spent all day Sunday working on the porch project. The fruits of our labor are show in the photo above. Yeah, I know, it doesn't look like much but it took all day to get those uprights and the header in place. We didn't finish until right smack dab at Happy Hour. Everything's plumb and correctly anchored and evenly spaced. Now the focus shift to the porch roof rafters. Since we have no real clue how to attach them to the house, we're going to seek some outside, expert advice from various sources. Anyway, things are moving right along and we are on target to finish the project this week before the weather patterns change.
We'd like to call your attention this morning to some major CPR news. The American Heart Association is really emphatic now--go straight to 100 chest compressions per minute and skip the airway and breathing part of the ABC's of CPR. Everybody should be well aware of this major sea change in dealing with a heart attack victim. It's all over Google News this morning. Click here for a good beginning article from Reuters. Please remind your family, friends and acquaintances about this change. It's something we all need to know. As one who has gone through CPR training many times, I can guarantee you that it qualifies as "Pretty Big News."
We're trying to learn how to bake in the Patio Caddie. Here's some turkey sausages we smoked last night. We have a identical unit in Arizona. Since we're not taking El Turco south, we need to learn how to bake in this thing until such time as we get an earthen oven up and running.
We added some additional comments below the Three Stooges golf video below.
'Tis going to be a busy Mųñēdaƴ!
Cheers, jp
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
A Golf Video--for all you Golf Fans!
You can click here for the second part of this episode. It's filled with typical Stooges craziness. Note that this Three Stooges movie was released in 1935! The audio is not very good. You can view it as a silent movie and it still comes across OK. The first scenes are not golf-related. Don't worry, it's definitely a golf movie filled with typical Three Stooges sight gags, etc. Interestingly, we bought a metal poster at a t-store that shows the Three Stooges dressed in their golf "get ups." We had no idea that the poster pose was a part of the 1935 movie trailer. The signature Idaho Falls golf course is Pinecrest. Next year will be its 75th Anniversary, so we presume it opened in 1936, a year after this Stooges movie was making the rounds of early movie theaters. We wonder if early golfers at Pinecrest wore outfits similar to those shown in this movie? We've suggested having a 1930's "golf re-enactment" as part of the Pinecrest Anniversary. The idea went over like the proverbial lead balloon. We wonder if you could even find since outlandish golf clothing anymore?
Cheers, jp
Congrats to Chance & Mike Vosk
Chance got his deer! Congrats to Mike & Chance.
What a great story! Young Chance got his first buck this weekend. He was using an old bolt action 30-30 with open iron sights and ammo hand loaded between Father and Son! As Mike said, "It was a bit over a 100 yard shot up a steep hill, a perfect shot, it could not have been better!" Thanks, Chance & Mike! Ya DUN GOOD!
The Golf Gig
Yesterday was a first. Susun and I went golfing with Jef and Suzanne. I think that call that a foursome in "golfie" lingo. It was great fun. We each spent $10 and that bought a bucket of balls and two rounds on the short course. Since none of us were in a hurry, we managed to spend over 2.5 hours together having a great time. Each of us has a few real nice shots. It really wasn't much about golf as it was an opportunity to simply get together for a fun afternoon outside. That's one of the fun things about golf--simply being outside and enjoying a fabulous fall day with crystal clean air and wonderful views of the nearby Mt. Taylor and the foothills of the Snake River Highlands.
It worked out great to have two carts and two bags. Susun's new set of Dunlop oversize clubs were just the ticket for her and she had some really nice iron shots. Most of the time, she was one or very near the green in 2-3 strokes. Her putting still needs a lot of work. As for me, I turned in my best score yet out there on the short course--logging a 23. I pared the first hole and then shot 4 on each of the remaining five holes. I was on the green with the tee shot on four holes and very nearly on the other two. That was gratifying. Maybe practice really does pay off like I heard somebody say once.
After our game, Jef presented us with a Bento Box containing a great Japanese lunch. It was all wrapped up real special and even had a super origami attached to it. The local Japanese-American League had a fundraiser lunch yesterday and Jef and Suzanne brought us a box lunch. Thanks, J&S, that was real special.
Our golf adventures are almost certain to end soon as there's a major weather pattern change looming late in the workweek ahead. It's almost certain to get cold, windy and maybe even wet. Golf season will be over.
It's been a fun adventure. The Goatherder wondered whether we will play golf in Arizona. We doubt it. There's too much other free fun stuff to do there. Besides, the costs of Arizona golf are astronomical, except for one little short course near Sedona. It has $12 green fees and is 777 yards for 9 holes. This Golf Gig is strictly an Eastern Idaho thing and I can't really see it being segued to the Sonoran Desert. We both still have a "thing" about golf courses down there--they are as illogical as Flying Pigs and other oddities. It sure will be a lot easier to pack our stuff if we're not trying to squeeze in some odd-size golf gear. So, the long and the short of it is that the Golf Gig will soon be history for Y2Ten and may months will pass before we pick up our clubs again. There's zero chance we would choose golfing over camping or boating so it will probably be September 2011 before the Golf Gig enters Chapter #2. In the meantime, it has actually been fun and entertaining and we wish to publicly Thank Houn Dawg (AKA: Jef) for getting us involved. We like to cuss him out and give him grief for getting us involved in the Golf Gig. But the truth of the matter is that it has been a fun interlude and certainly hasn't cost us much money. Thanks, HD!
As we look out into this week's crystal ball for the weather, we can easily see we have only a few days to finish the porch project and all the other weather-dependent projects around here. No doubt about it. So, it's going to be the proverbial grunt week ahead. We're guessing we have only until Thursday to "git 'er dun."
Meanwhile, the trees continue to hang onto their leaves. It's downright eerie. Everyone is shaking their heads about this mild fall. Well, the party's almost over and it's gonna get real busy pretty soon. Leaf Raking Season can't be very far away.
Hey, here's a "lost mail" story. Way back in a blog post sometime in March, I lamented the loss of a State of Idaho $276.80 check to reimburse us for the February flights to and from Coeur D'Lene. I had to jump a lot of hoops to get the check re-issued. It might have been May before we finally received payment. Lo and behold, the original check showed up yesterday! Yep, it was dated March 11, 2010, and there it was in the mailbox. No explanation or nothing--just the check. Obviously, we will return it to the State. We wonder where it was in the 6+ months since it was issued?
The Atomic City guy was a no-show yesterday so I guess we're gonna move on. We sure were looking forward to some real good stories out of Atomic City but it's not to happen. We'll list the vehicle in the real newspaper tomorrow and move on.
Yer not going to believe this. I don't. Are you ready? The gecko camera is up to $25.49 with two hours left in the auction!!!!!! There's ten bids and still 11 watchers. Am I stunned? Yes, easily. As noted, we would have been quite happy with a one dollar final bid. To reap a profit from a broken camera defies all logic. Maybe they are insanely easy to fix. Who knows? We will get back on this blog and report the final sales price once we know what it is. Amazing!
Have a great Sunday and Cheers! jp
It worked out great to have two carts and two bags. Susun's new set of Dunlop oversize clubs were just the ticket for her and she had some really nice iron shots. Most of the time, she was one or very near the green in 2-3 strokes. Her putting still needs a lot of work. As for me, I turned in my best score yet out there on the short course--logging a 23. I pared the first hole and then shot 4 on each of the remaining five holes. I was on the green with the tee shot on four holes and very nearly on the other two. That was gratifying. Maybe practice really does pay off like I heard somebody say once.
After our game, Jef presented us with a Bento Box containing a great Japanese lunch. It was all wrapped up real special and even had a super origami attached to it. The local Japanese-American League had a fundraiser lunch yesterday and Jef and Suzanne brought us a box lunch. Thanks, J&S, that was real special.
Our golf adventures are almost certain to end soon as there's a major weather pattern change looming late in the workweek ahead. It's almost certain to get cold, windy and maybe even wet. Golf season will be over.
It's been a fun adventure. The Goatherder wondered whether we will play golf in Arizona. We doubt it. There's too much other free fun stuff to do there. Besides, the costs of Arizona golf are astronomical, except for one little short course near Sedona. It has $12 green fees and is 777 yards for 9 holes. This Golf Gig is strictly an Eastern Idaho thing and I can't really see it being segued to the Sonoran Desert. We both still have a "thing" about golf courses down there--they are as illogical as Flying Pigs and other oddities. It sure will be a lot easier to pack our stuff if we're not trying to squeeze in some odd-size golf gear. So, the long and the short of it is that the Golf Gig will soon be history for Y2Ten and may months will pass before we pick up our clubs again. There's zero chance we would choose golfing over camping or boating so it will probably be September 2011 before the Golf Gig enters Chapter #2. In the meantime, it has actually been fun and entertaining and we wish to publicly Thank Houn Dawg (AKA: Jef) for getting us involved. We like to cuss him out and give him grief for getting us involved in the Golf Gig. But the truth of the matter is that it has been a fun interlude and certainly hasn't cost us much money. Thanks, HD!
As we look out into this week's crystal ball for the weather, we can easily see we have only a few days to finish the porch project and all the other weather-dependent projects around here. No doubt about it. So, it's going to be the proverbial grunt week ahead. We're guessing we have only until Thursday to "git 'er dun."
Meanwhile, the trees continue to hang onto their leaves. It's downright eerie. Everyone is shaking their heads about this mild fall. Well, the party's almost over and it's gonna get real busy pretty soon. Leaf Raking Season can't be very far away.
Hey, here's a "lost mail" story. Way back in a blog post sometime in March, I lamented the loss of a State of Idaho $276.80 check to reimburse us for the February flights to and from Coeur D'Lene. I had to jump a lot of hoops to get the check re-issued. It might have been May before we finally received payment. Lo and behold, the original check showed up yesterday! Yep, it was dated March 11, 2010, and there it was in the mailbox. No explanation or nothing--just the check. Obviously, we will return it to the State. We wonder where it was in the 6+ months since it was issued?
The Atomic City guy was a no-show yesterday so I guess we're gonna move on. We sure were looking forward to some real good stories out of Atomic City but it's not to happen. We'll list the vehicle in the real newspaper tomorrow and move on.
Yer not going to believe this. I don't. Are you ready? The gecko camera is up to $25.49 with two hours left in the auction!!!!!! There's ten bids and still 11 watchers. Am I stunned? Yes, easily. As noted, we would have been quite happy with a one dollar final bid. To reap a profit from a broken camera defies all logic. Maybe they are insanely easy to fix. Who knows? We will get back on this blog and report the final sales price once we know what it is. Amazing!
Have a great Sunday and Cheers! jp
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The $10 Catch & Release
Catch & Release is a Real Big Deal in these parts. There are SO many great fish and the fishermen are truly dedicated to the fish. So "catch & release" is a way of life here. People catch a lot of fish. They release a lot of fish. Hardly anybody catches fish to EAT fish any more. They simply catch fish to release them.
We like the whole idea of catch & release. But we don't fish. We won't fish, either. So, it was with great pleasure that we got to practice some catch & release today with a ten dollar bill.
First, we had to catch the ten dollar bill--I mean we really had to set the hook and have that puppy firmly on the line. Then we had to actually land the ten dollar bill and have it in our hand. And, then and only then, could we gently slip out the hook and release it back into the currency pool and wave it goodbye!
Hey, this catch and release stuff is FUN! We're looking forward to some more of this stuff!
OK, here's how it unfolded. A few weeks ago, we bought a great big ammo box at D-I, our fave t-store. It was a 1952 wooden hand grenade fuse box in near pristine condition. We paid two bucks and brought it home. Unfortunately, the box never found a fit in any of our niches and spaces. In fact, it was such a large box that I couldn't even find a place to properly store it. It was always in the way and soon became annoying. Yesterday, I had had it with this box and put it on Craigs List for $10. BAM, as Emeril would say, somebody bit and they bit HARD. They sent an email that didn't bicker or equivocate. NOPE--they were coming here and buying that box TOOODAY! Well, I was pretty jazzed and I finally got in contact with the woman via phone and she was so excited about the box she could hardly contain herself. Man, I gotta say catching that ten dollars was really fun! Well, then she told me the WHY of why she was going to buy the box come heck or high water.
As the story unfolded I listened intently and I simply told her, "This box is yours. I will hold it for you and guarantee you get it. Don't worry about it--it's yours." She was profusely thankful and arrived practically on the dot late this afternoon to pick it up with the ten dollars in hand.
That's when I surprised her by saying, "This box is yours free, please take it with our gratitude!" Well, of course, she and her husband were shocked and awed (even if it was only ten bucks, afterall). And they were even more profusely thankful.
I have to tell you, I was so danged happy to give that box to them. Ten dollars could never buy the feeling I felt in my heart and spirit. What a gift to be able to give it away.
You see, their Dad is turning 80 tomorrow. He enlisted in the US Army for the Korean War in 1952. That's the date on this grenade fuse box--1952. When she saw the date, she knew she had to have the box--just as we knew she was going to get it free!
We wrote out a nice Thank You card for Arden--that's his name--up in Saint Anthony. We told him how much we appreciated his Service and thanked him for the opportunity to pass along the hand grenade fuse box. We wished him a Happy Birthday and Best Wishes Always and All Ways.
WOW! I can guarantee you--we've never had so much fun catching and releasing a ten dollar bill!
Cheers, jp
We like the whole idea of catch & release. But we don't fish. We won't fish, either. So, it was with great pleasure that we got to practice some catch & release today with a ten dollar bill.
First, we had to catch the ten dollar bill--I mean we really had to set the hook and have that puppy firmly on the line. Then we had to actually land the ten dollar bill and have it in our hand. And, then and only then, could we gently slip out the hook and release it back into the currency pool and wave it goodbye!
Hey, this catch and release stuff is FUN! We're looking forward to some more of this stuff!
OK, here's how it unfolded. A few weeks ago, we bought a great big ammo box at D-I, our fave t-store. It was a 1952 wooden hand grenade fuse box in near pristine condition. We paid two bucks and brought it home. Unfortunately, the box never found a fit in any of our niches and spaces. In fact, it was such a large box that I couldn't even find a place to properly store it. It was always in the way and soon became annoying. Yesterday, I had had it with this box and put it on Craigs List for $10. BAM, as Emeril would say, somebody bit and they bit HARD. They sent an email that didn't bicker or equivocate. NOPE--they were coming here and buying that box TOOODAY! Well, I was pretty jazzed and I finally got in contact with the woman via phone and she was so excited about the box she could hardly contain herself. Man, I gotta say catching that ten dollars was really fun! Well, then she told me the WHY of why she was going to buy the box come heck or high water.
As the story unfolded I listened intently and I simply told her, "This box is yours. I will hold it for you and guarantee you get it. Don't worry about it--it's yours." She was profusely thankful and arrived practically on the dot late this afternoon to pick it up with the ten dollars in hand.
That's when I surprised her by saying, "This box is yours free, please take it with our gratitude!" Well, of course, she and her husband were shocked and awed (even if it was only ten bucks, afterall). And they were even more profusely thankful.
I have to tell you, I was so danged happy to give that box to them. Ten dollars could never buy the feeling I felt in my heart and spirit. What a gift to be able to give it away.
You see, their Dad is turning 80 tomorrow. He enlisted in the US Army for the Korean War in 1952. That's the date on this grenade fuse box--1952. When she saw the date, she knew she had to have the box--just as we knew she was going to get it free!
We wrote out a nice Thank You card for Arden--that's his name--up in Saint Anthony. We told him how much we appreciated his Service and thanked him for the opportunity to pass along the hand grenade fuse box. We wished him a Happy Birthday and Best Wishes Always and All Ways.
WOW! I can guarantee you--we've never had so much fun catching and releasing a ten dollar bill!
Cheers, jp
Why we don't grow tomatoes
What is it about growing tomatoes that so captivates people? Is it a Macho or Macha thing? For whatever reason, throngs of gardeners everywhere are possessed with the idea of growing tomatoes. Maybe it's an annual rite of passage. One thing's for sure, people grow so many tomatoes they can't use them all. That's why we don't grow tomatoes. We didn't grow the tomatoes in the photo above. Nope, they were given to us but people who grow them. It happens every year--an overabundance of tomatoes. We simply sit back and wait and, pretty soon a Tomato Tsunami shows up on our arms and on our doorsteps. It's awesome and we didn't have to fight the hornworms and all the other pests that bother tomato plants. How could it get any better than that?
Each year this delightful circumstance always reminds us of our two summers in Gold Beach, Oregon, where the Rogue River meets the Pacific Ocean. That area is famous for its chinook salmon fishing. We camped in an RV park up on the Rogue that was mostly populated by addicted salmon fishermen. You know an addicted fisherman when you see one because they have invested umpteen tens of thousands of dollars in gear to catch fish that usually sell for about $8 a pound. They spend entire days and days and days waiting for those big fish to decide to bite their lure. Well, by and by, most of the addicted fishermen catch giant salmon. These salmon are usually so big they don't even fit a 150 quart cooler. So, the moral of the story is that these fisherman gave us umpteen pounds of fresh salmon to eat. When those same fishermen returned the following weekend, they would usually heap smoked and canned salmon on us, too.

We ate so much salmon those summers that I can hardly stomach the stuff even this many years later. I had a lifetime "fill" of salmon and it wn't bother me if I don't ever taste the stuff again.
It's not quite that bad with local tomatoes but it's close. I mean who many fresh tomatoes can you eat anyway? We try to east as many as we can but we often have to give away the tomatoes that have been given to us. It's kind of like a hot potato game only with tomatoes instead.
Meanwhile, down at yonder Farmers Market, Showmaker's STILL doesn't have any new crop pinto beans in stock. There's only two weeks left for them to show up. The photo shows a bag of the 2009 crop beans from Gooding, Idaho. We're gettin' real antsy for some fresh new crop pintos. Come ON, Pedro!
And, finally, we just sold a set of gold clubs with a bag for $40 on Craig's List. Here's how it came to pass. I got a chance to buy two matching golf bags with rain covers yesterday. One bag had a pristine set of right-handed Dunlap clubs and the other bag had a pristine set of Jack Nicklaus graphite shaft clubs. Well, the goal was to wind up with two matching bags. So, I gave Susun teh right-handed oversize Dunlaps and then put the Nicklaus clubs in the Nicklaus bag I found last week. Then I added some driver covers and a putter and popped it onto Craigs List and, BAM, as Emeril would say, they were outta here. The buyer didn't even haggle on teh price, he just peeled off two twenties and hot-footed it out of here. So, what does that $40 mean? It means that all of Susun's clubs and gear are essentially free and we now also have two matching bags. Man, ya gotta love them t-stores!
Each year this delightful circumstance always reminds us of our two summers in Gold Beach, Oregon, where the Rogue River meets the Pacific Ocean. That area is famous for its chinook salmon fishing. We camped in an RV park up on the Rogue that was mostly populated by addicted salmon fishermen. You know an addicted fisherman when you see one because they have invested umpteen tens of thousands of dollars in gear to catch fish that usually sell for about $8 a pound. They spend entire days and days and days waiting for those big fish to decide to bite their lure. Well, by and by, most of the addicted fishermen catch giant salmon. These salmon are usually so big they don't even fit a 150 quart cooler. So, the moral of the story is that these fisherman gave us umpteen pounds of fresh salmon to eat. When those same fishermen returned the following weekend, they would usually heap smoked and canned salmon on us, too.

We ate so much salmon those summers that I can hardly stomach the stuff even this many years later. I had a lifetime "fill" of salmon and it wn't bother me if I don't ever taste the stuff again.
It's not quite that bad with local tomatoes but it's close. I mean who many fresh tomatoes can you eat anyway? We try to east as many as we can but we often have to give away the tomatoes that have been given to us. It's kind of like a hot potato game only with tomatoes instead.
Meanwhile, down at yonder Farmers Market, Showmaker's STILL doesn't have any new crop pinto beans in stock. There's only two weeks left for them to show up. The photo shows a bag of the 2009 crop beans from Gooding, Idaho. We're gettin' real antsy for some fresh new crop pintos. Come ON, Pedro!
And, finally, we just sold a set of gold clubs with a bag for $40 on Craig's List. Here's how it came to pass. I got a chance to buy two matching golf bags with rain covers yesterday. One bag had a pristine set of right-handed Dunlap clubs and the other bag had a pristine set of Jack Nicklaus graphite shaft clubs. Well, the goal was to wind up with two matching bags. So, I gave Susun teh right-handed oversize Dunlaps and then put the Nicklaus clubs in the Nicklaus bag I found last week. Then I added some driver covers and a putter and popped it onto Craigs List and, BAM, as Emeril would say, they were outta here. The buyer didn't even haggle on teh price, he just peeled off two twenties and hot-footed it out of here. So, what does that $40 mean? It means that all of Susun's clubs and gear are essentially free and we now also have two matching bags. Man, ya gotta love them t-stores!
$2.82
Yep. $2.82. That's the high bid at 7 am this morning on that old broken gecko Powershot with its tongue sticking out. Who bids in pennies these days? Talk about splitting hairs. Hilarious.
Speaking of hilarious, DF & LBR Maggie sent along a couple of links last night about Neuvo Typewriters. (Neuvo is MY word--not hers or the company's.) Get this, some guy has figgered & jiggered old manual machines into USB computer keyboards! They ain't cheap--you're looking at $500 to $700 a unit. Somehow the word oxymoron comes to mind but I can't quite figure a way to connect the oxymoron concept to a USB typewriter. Anyway, it's hilarious. You can click here to see something that surely has Rube Goldberg LOL someplace up above. And as for us? We'll continue to use our 3 manual typewriters for the original purpose for which they were designed: to place one letter at a time on a piece of paper.
Our local Habitat for Humanity (HFH) got some major media coverage in today's newspaper. The Post-Register does a monthly tabloid supplement called "Home Style." HFH got the entire top 2/3rds of the front page plus the whole top half of Page 3. There's a great big banner headline entitled "Habitat: New home, new leader, new goals" and six pictures including a really well done portrait of Karen Lansing, Susun's pal and Volunteer Supervisor. As we've noted in prior blog posts, Karen is doing some historically significant work with the local HFH. (Click here for the local HFH website. It's out of date but still a pretty good introduction to the program.) The Idaho Falls HFH is now destined for ever greater accomplishments thanks to Karen's genius and hard work. MUY KUDOS to HFH!
Our warm fall season continues--yet another 72 degree day Friday. Temps are progged at least to the mid-60's for the next few days. The Pokey Weather Wonks are hinting at a potential pattern change late next week. Hopefully, we can get the porch project done before the gnarly weather arrives. Speaking of the porch project, we found a couple of good 4x4's yesterday but we had to pay up for them. The 8-foot bunk at BMC was garbage just like Home Depot and Lowe's. However, there were a couple of pristine specimens in the 10-foot bunk. Naturally, we paid double our budget for these two pieces of lumber. All three key pieces have now been primed, stored inside and are waiting to stand tall in the porch project.
The Atomic City Caper logs another chapter this morning. Supposedly saloon owner Phil will come to town to check out the Sidekick. I've decided I really want the Sidekick to go to Atomic City so I'm prepared to practically GIVE the Old Beater to Phil. There's no more perfect place for this vehicle than CAT MOAN Country. Maybe we will play some Merle Haggard music in the background during Phil's visit today--assuming he can find a way to get here in the first place.
One of the stanzas from Merle's Hall of Fame tune probably still rings true out there in Atomic City:
"And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all."
Yesterday was a fun day for blog comments--four of them came zinging in on this blog and there were two more over on the Snowbird blog. From Wayne's note, we deduce Flagstaff's Diablo Burger has become a Real Big Deal following the recent USA Today acclaim.
The Farmers Market is winding down now--only 3 left including today. We're waiting on some new crop pinto beans from the Central Snake River Plain. Maybe we will take 50 pounds down to Arizona and have a real gas this winter.
Hey, this is WAAAY off topic but speaking of gas reminds me to tell this little story. Remember not long ago when Chicken Little and that Little Boy Who Cried Wolf got together to wring hands and discuss the falling sky with regard to natural gas supplies? Oh, my, they wailed, your natural gas is gonna be ALL GONE! Well, Chicken Little and that boy gave a real boost to renewed interest in nuclear and wind. But guess what? As usual, Chicken Little and that boy were flat wrong. Natural gas is now once again HUGELY abundant and prices look to be low for years to come. Funny how that always seems to happen when Chicken Little takes center stage. Natural gas prices are important to us since we heat this little place with the stuff. We sure don't spend much, though. Our monthly price is a mere $16 bucks.
And speaking of commodities, are you aware of the price of silver? Everyone knows gold has been going through the roof--it gets all the media's attention. But silver? Nah, the media doesn't care about silver--it's SOOO unglamorous. Hey, silver flirted with $25 an ounce this week! That's Real Big News for people who watch silver prices as we do. Silver used to be a mainstay of Idaho mining. Our buddies up in Clayton still celebrate the silver mining heritage there. Silver's pretty much dropped off The Gem State's radar in recent decades. Anyway, with the Fed's new mumbo jumbo about somehow inviting inflation back into our future, precious metals have nowhere to go but up. Methinks somehow that such a trend will spark some new interest in Idaho's various silver deposits. Who knows? Maybe even the old Clayton Silver Mine will come back to life. Stranger things have happened, ya know?
The old photo shown here is one of my favorites from Clayton's historical days. It shows 217,000 pounds of silver pumped out by the tiny smelter there. We're not talking ounces here but POUNDS. At current market rates such a pile would be worth over $86-million! If you want to see some nice old photos of Clayton, please visit their fine website and click on the photo gallery and then click on "Our Amazing Past."
Well, you can easily tell there's not much going on here. Have a great Saturday & Many Cheers! jp
Speaking of hilarious, DF & LBR Maggie sent along a couple of links last night about Neuvo Typewriters. (Neuvo is MY word--not hers or the company's.) Get this, some guy has figgered & jiggered old manual machines into USB computer keyboards! They ain't cheap--you're looking at $500 to $700 a unit. Somehow the word oxymoron comes to mind but I can't quite figure a way to connect the oxymoron concept to a USB typewriter. Anyway, it's hilarious. You can click here to see something that surely has Rube Goldberg LOL someplace up above. And as for us? We'll continue to use our 3 manual typewriters for the original purpose for which they were designed: to place one letter at a time on a piece of paper.
Our local Habitat for Humanity (HFH) got some major media coverage in today's newspaper. The Post-Register does a monthly tabloid supplement called "Home Style." HFH got the entire top 2/3rds of the front page plus the whole top half of Page 3. There's a great big banner headline entitled "Habitat: New home, new leader, new goals" and six pictures including a really well done portrait of Karen Lansing, Susun's pal and Volunteer Supervisor. As we've noted in prior blog posts, Karen is doing some historically significant work with the local HFH. (Click here for the local HFH website. It's out of date but still a pretty good introduction to the program.) The Idaho Falls HFH is now destined for ever greater accomplishments thanks to Karen's genius and hard work. MUY KUDOS to HFH!
Our warm fall season continues--yet another 72 degree day Friday. Temps are progged at least to the mid-60's for the next few days. The Pokey Weather Wonks are hinting at a potential pattern change late next week. Hopefully, we can get the porch project done before the gnarly weather arrives. Speaking of the porch project, we found a couple of good 4x4's yesterday but we had to pay up for them. The 8-foot bunk at BMC was garbage just like Home Depot and Lowe's. However, there were a couple of pristine specimens in the 10-foot bunk. Naturally, we paid double our budget for these two pieces of lumber. All three key pieces have now been primed, stored inside and are waiting to stand tall in the porch project.
The Atomic City Caper logs another chapter this morning. Supposedly saloon owner Phil will come to town to check out the Sidekick. I've decided I really want the Sidekick to go to Atomic City so I'm prepared to practically GIVE the Old Beater to Phil. There's no more perfect place for this vehicle than CAT MOAN Country. Maybe we will play some Merle Haggard music in the background during Phil's visit today--assuming he can find a way to get here in the first place.
One of the stanzas from Merle's Hall of Fame tune probably still rings true out there in Atomic City:
"And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all."
Yesterday was a fun day for blog comments--four of them came zinging in on this blog and there were two more over on the Snowbird blog. From Wayne's note, we deduce Flagstaff's Diablo Burger has become a Real Big Deal following the recent USA Today acclaim.
The Farmers Market is winding down now--only 3 left including today. We're waiting on some new crop pinto beans from the Central Snake River Plain. Maybe we will take 50 pounds down to Arizona and have a real gas this winter.
Hey, this is WAAAY off topic but speaking of gas reminds me to tell this little story. Remember not long ago when Chicken Little and that Little Boy Who Cried Wolf got together to wring hands and discuss the falling sky with regard to natural gas supplies? Oh, my, they wailed, your natural gas is gonna be ALL GONE! Well, Chicken Little and that boy gave a real boost to renewed interest in nuclear and wind. But guess what? As usual, Chicken Little and that boy were flat wrong. Natural gas is now once again HUGELY abundant and prices look to be low for years to come. Funny how that always seems to happen when Chicken Little takes center stage. Natural gas prices are important to us since we heat this little place with the stuff. We sure don't spend much, though. Our monthly price is a mere $16 bucks.
And speaking of commodities, are you aware of the price of silver? Everyone knows gold has been going through the roof--it gets all the media's attention. But silver? Nah, the media doesn't care about silver--it's SOOO unglamorous. Hey, silver flirted with $25 an ounce this week! That's Real Big News for people who watch silver prices as we do. Silver used to be a mainstay of Idaho mining. Our buddies up in Clayton still celebrate the silver mining heritage there. Silver's pretty much dropped off The Gem State's radar in recent decades. Anyway, with the Fed's new mumbo jumbo about somehow inviting inflation back into our future, precious metals have nowhere to go but up. Methinks somehow that such a trend will spark some new interest in Idaho's various silver deposits. Who knows? Maybe even the old Clayton Silver Mine will come back to life. Stranger things have happened, ya know?
The old photo shown here is one of my favorites from Clayton's historical days. It shows 217,000 pounds of silver pumped out by the tiny smelter there. We're not talking ounces here but POUNDS. At current market rates such a pile would be worth over $86-million! If you want to see some nice old photos of Clayton, please visit their fine website and click on the photo gallery and then click on "Our Amazing Past."
Well, you can easily tell there's not much going on here. Have a great Saturday & Many Cheers! jp
Friday, October 15, 2010
This guy is Our Hero
Long before, throughout and then afterwards, we have been trying mightily to glean information about the "who" of who the actual rescuers were. Who were those incredibly courageous men who went DOWN in that capsule before anyone knew it could go UP? Strangely, the press has been almost totally silent about them.
Heck, after the 33rd miner was yanked to the surface, we then became concerned for the fate of the five rescuers still down below. Do you think the press would give us a clue about them? Hope. No way. Out of sight, out of mind. Well, this was really frustrating.
The day after, we assumed the rescuers had made it out since there wasn't a news item that they had been trapped. But it was still perplexing since we hold these people in very high regard. Who the heck were they? Well, we don't know who all of them were, but we have finally found out about the Main Man and we have now adopted him as our own personal Hero. This guy has ice in his veins. Even his wife says so. She said, "He's a very chilled person." Chilled? Yeah, I guess you could say that. It adds a whole new context to the word chilled.
Here this guy has to enter an untested capsule for the first time and drop about a half mile into earth through a drill hole that hasn't yet been "proofed." Meanwhile, he has to "stand & deliver" for 33 guys who haven't seen anyone else for 69 days. Meanwhile, he has to coordinate his fellow S&R buddies and somehow keep order and get all 33 men out alive. Meanwhile, he has to then dispatch each of his S&R buddies up and out of the tomb while he stands alone. After the last man is gone, it's just him standing down there all by himself.
We sent a message to one of our Dear Friends calling this a classic Search & Rescue Moment that lasts 26 minutes. He's standing down there all by himself. The echoes of the miners have disappeared. His buddies are gone. It's just him. Him for 26 minutes all by himself in what could easily become a Tomb For One. Can you possibly imagine what thoughts must have gone through this guy's mind?
People like this guy are simply amazing to me. I have no idea how they tick. They are Superhuman. They transcend all that I know humanity to be. I am so in awe of this guy and I wanted to share my feelings with you tonight. The World is a very special place. And all of its creatures are very special, too. But some of them are way more special than the rest of them, just like this "Chilled" guy. WOW!
Click here for the story. Enjoy!
Heck, after the 33rd miner was yanked to the surface, we then became concerned for the fate of the five rescuers still down below. Do you think the press would give us a clue about them? Hope. No way. Out of sight, out of mind. Well, this was really frustrating.
The day after, we assumed the rescuers had made it out since there wasn't a news item that they had been trapped. But it was still perplexing since we hold these people in very high regard. Who the heck were they? Well, we don't know who all of them were, but we have finally found out about the Main Man and we have now adopted him as our own personal Hero. This guy has ice in his veins. Even his wife says so. She said, "He's a very chilled person." Chilled? Yeah, I guess you could say that. It adds a whole new context to the word chilled.
Here this guy has to enter an untested capsule for the first time and drop about a half mile into earth through a drill hole that hasn't yet been "proofed." Meanwhile, he has to "stand & deliver" for 33 guys who haven't seen anyone else for 69 days. Meanwhile, he has to coordinate his fellow S&R buddies and somehow keep order and get all 33 men out alive. Meanwhile, he has to then dispatch each of his S&R buddies up and out of the tomb while he stands alone. After the last man is gone, it's just him standing down there all by himself.
We sent a message to one of our Dear Friends calling this a classic Search & Rescue Moment that lasts 26 minutes. He's standing down there all by himself. The echoes of the miners have disappeared. His buddies are gone. It's just him. Him for 26 minutes all by himself in what could easily become a Tomb For One. Can you possibly imagine what thoughts must have gone through this guy's mind?
People like this guy are simply amazing to me. I have no idea how they tick. They are Superhuman. They transcend all that I know humanity to be. I am so in awe of this guy and I wanted to share my feelings with you tonight. The World is a very special place. And all of its creatures are very special, too. But some of them are way more special than the rest of them, just like this "Chilled" guy. WOW!
Click here for the story. Enjoy!
An Acid Bath
While Susun was in San Diego, I got lazy with our lawn irrigation. I turned the sprinkler on high and didn't bother to move the green truck out of the way. This was a BIG mistake, one I swear to never make again.
The city's tap water is hard as a rock and the sprinkler water left all sorts of ugly, tenacious streaks all over the truck. There's really no way to get these streaks off at a car wash, they are impervious to soap. There's only one way to deal with them: ACID.
Yesterday was the day we tackled giving the truck a full acid bath. We used a couple of gallons of straight white vinegar and, even then, some of the stubborn streaks wouldn't come off. We had to go over and over the truck, scrubbing as hard as we could to neutralize the streaks. The ones on the windshield were incredible. Susun had to pull out some really special acids that take lime buildup off of shower tiles. And then she had to scrub again and again with a strong soap solution. It was a real battle. Just for good measure, we cleaned up both vehicles and they are sparkling now and getting ever more ready for their big trip down to Arizona. Only a few more small tasks remain until they are 100% ready to roll.
Susun and Dina spent most of the morning together and began the design work for the 2011 version of Hilda's Garden. It needs a sweeping redesign. The perennials are getting long in the tooth and completely taking over some areas. Some of the annuals can out-compete the weeds but some can't, so next year's garden will have a double dose of the hardy annuals--mostly petunias and zinnias.
I went shopping for the structural supports for the porch project. You'd think a mere two 4x4's and one 4x6 would be easy to find. In and out and done. Nope, not in your dreams! Finding high quality lumber these days is almost as difficult as buying a winning Powerball ticket. I visited both Lowe's and Home Depot and encountered the ugliest assortment of 4x4's and 4x6's I have ever seen in my life. They were disgusting dregs and garbage--all twisted and full of wide cracks and big, glaring knots. UGH! Home Depot even made me stand up on a big elevated platform to peruse their selection. There was no chance I could find even one suitable 4x4, they were all that bad. Lowe's 4x6's were the worst specimens I've ever seen. It looked like the Home Depot 4x6 assortment was useless, too. Luckily, I spotted one 4x6 way in the back of the bunk and somehow got it out without wrenching my back. Sure enough, it was a winner and I was smiling Big Time when I walked out of the store with my prize.
I can honestly say this one 4x6 was the ONLY decent piece of that size dimension lumber in either big box store. Truly one of a kind!
I used the belt sander to put a real nice finish on all four sides and the ends of this piece. It's near perfect--only one small flaw that most people will never notice. But the big thing is that there are no huge knots that will affect its structural integrity and both visible sides and the bottom will make a nice visual presentation. Today, we will give it a couple of primer coats and then put it away until (hopefully) we find some decent 4x4's. Who knew shopping for a couple of 4x4's would be such an adventure?
My earlier predictions of a cool, wet fall here are wrong. It's been unseasonably warm and dry and the current forecast sure seems to point to a continuation of this pattern. Yesterday's high actually reached 72!
The Diablo Burger post now has 3 comments, two of which are slightly baffling to me.
If you haven't been following The Goatherder's Verde Valley Wines blog, you may have missed that he's now going to have to learn a whole new array of wines. Such tough duty, GH! Imagine having to go to some wine tasting room and be REQUIRED to sit around sipping wine, making notes, evaluating what they call "the nose" and all the rest of wine stuff. Imagine the utter difficulty in a job like this. Oh, poor GH, you have our sympathies!
Today's going to be more of the same mundane stuff from which are days are mostly made. Have a great day & Many Cheers, jp
The city's tap water is hard as a rock and the sprinkler water left all sorts of ugly, tenacious streaks all over the truck. There's really no way to get these streaks off at a car wash, they are impervious to soap. There's only one way to deal with them: ACID.
Yesterday was the day we tackled giving the truck a full acid bath. We used a couple of gallons of straight white vinegar and, even then, some of the stubborn streaks wouldn't come off. We had to go over and over the truck, scrubbing as hard as we could to neutralize the streaks. The ones on the windshield were incredible. Susun had to pull out some really special acids that take lime buildup off of shower tiles. And then she had to scrub again and again with a strong soap solution. It was a real battle. Just for good measure, we cleaned up both vehicles and they are sparkling now and getting ever more ready for their big trip down to Arizona. Only a few more small tasks remain until they are 100% ready to roll.
Susun and Dina spent most of the morning together and began the design work for the 2011 version of Hilda's Garden. It needs a sweeping redesign. The perennials are getting long in the tooth and completely taking over some areas. Some of the annuals can out-compete the weeds but some can't, so next year's garden will have a double dose of the hardy annuals--mostly petunias and zinnias.
I went shopping for the structural supports for the porch project. You'd think a mere two 4x4's and one 4x6 would be easy to find. In and out and done. Nope, not in your dreams! Finding high quality lumber these days is almost as difficult as buying a winning Powerball ticket. I visited both Lowe's and Home Depot and encountered the ugliest assortment of 4x4's and 4x6's I have ever seen in my life. They were disgusting dregs and garbage--all twisted and full of wide cracks and big, glaring knots. UGH! Home Depot even made me stand up on a big elevated platform to peruse their selection. There was no chance I could find even one suitable 4x4, they were all that bad. Lowe's 4x6's were the worst specimens I've ever seen. It looked like the Home Depot 4x6 assortment was useless, too. Luckily, I spotted one 4x6 way in the back of the bunk and somehow got it out without wrenching my back. Sure enough, it was a winner and I was smiling Big Time when I walked out of the store with my prize.
I can honestly say this one 4x6 was the ONLY decent piece of that size dimension lumber in either big box store. Truly one of a kind!
I used the belt sander to put a real nice finish on all four sides and the ends of this piece. It's near perfect--only one small flaw that most people will never notice. But the big thing is that there are no huge knots that will affect its structural integrity and both visible sides and the bottom will make a nice visual presentation. Today, we will give it a couple of primer coats and then put it away until (hopefully) we find some decent 4x4's. Who knew shopping for a couple of 4x4's would be such an adventure?
My earlier predictions of a cool, wet fall here are wrong. It's been unseasonably warm and dry and the current forecast sure seems to point to a continuation of this pattern. Yesterday's high actually reached 72!
The Diablo Burger post now has 3 comments, two of which are slightly baffling to me.
If you haven't been following The Goatherder's Verde Valley Wines blog, you may have missed that he's now going to have to learn a whole new array of wines. Such tough duty, GH! Imagine having to go to some wine tasting room and be REQUIRED to sit around sipping wine, making notes, evaluating what they call "the nose" and all the rest of wine stuff. Imagine the utter difficulty in a job like this. Oh, poor GH, you have our sympathies!
Today's going to be more of the same mundane stuff from which are days are mostly made. Have a great day & Many Cheers, jp
The 3 R's
How can we forget the Classic 3 R's? "Readin', 'Ritin' and 'Rithmetic." The 3 R's were the mainstay of the American educational system well into the Post WWII years. Now, of course, those # R's have been replaced by a mind-numbing array of acronyms gone wild.
However, the 3 R's persist in a reincarnated form today. Gone are reading, writing and arithmetic. Today's 3 R's are: "Reduce, Reuse and Recycle." Luckily, ba-zillions of Americans take recycling seriously. It's a wonderful cultural phenomena and it's really making a difference in this Nation's profligate consumption of earth's dwindling natural resources. Meanwhile, the growth of the "real simple" movement has spawned much more interest in the "Reduce" part of the two R's. More and more people are realizing the folly of rampant, thoughtless consumption. So, there appears to be some progress in the "Reduce" area. Perhaps the least favorite of the New 3 R's is "Reuse." This is the one aspect of our throwaway society that's been a tough sell. Why bother to fix something when you can buy something new for cheaper than the cost and hassle of a repair? We have to admit we often fall victim to that mentality, too. It's a tough equation.
We had an interesting encounter with all of the 3 R's yesterday. That's why we started off this blog post with a tutorial on the 3 R's. Here's how the incident evolved. First, Susun dropped her hot rod digital camera while in San Diego. The camera died with its telephoto lens in the fully extended position. She brought it home. It's been sitting on my desk looking somewhat like a dead gecko with its tongue sticking out. Periodically, Susun has asked if she could throw the camera away. I have balked each time, mumbling only that I needed some time to "think of something." Finally, the "something" came yesterday when the proverbial lightbulb above my head flashed on. I listed the camera on eBay for a dollar. I explained the damage and basically said I just wanted to send the camera to someone who could use it for parts or possible repair. Lo and behold, someone has already bid a dollar on the dead camera. So, YIPPEE, it's going to a new home and doesn't have to disappear into the trash!!! I'm clearly not selling the camera with the idea of making money. Nope, the process of dealing with eBay, Paypal, the seller and the Postal Service will take up a lot of time and, no doubt, be fraught with arcane hassles. To me it's just paying homage to the New 3 R's, two of which say, in essence, Don't Throw it Away! It's great to know the camera's life will continue someplace else.
Speaking of the 3 R's, that's really the essence of Thrift Stores. They are a poor man's eBay, a place where anyone can come in off the street without a fancy eBay and Paypal account and engage in all of the 3 R's for sometimes as low as a mere dime. It's been forever since I've seen something priced for a nickle in a t-store. A dime seems to be the lowest price. But those stores are still a place where you can actually buy something for a dime. Where else is that possible?
Clearly, we both love shopping at the t-stores. We each, of course, have our own goals and objectives in those stores. Susun somehow finds components of her amazing wardrobe. I think it's been at least a few decades since she bought any apparel actually NEW off the shelf of a major retailer. I'm guessing 100% of her wardrobe is from t-stores. (She will correct this assumption if it is wrong.)
Meanwhile, I have this unwritten mental list of stuff I'm looking for. It's the old "I'll know it when I see it" sort of thing. I go to t-stores each day with the firm conviction there's something waiting there for me and only me.
Yesterday was a classic example of how the t-stores fit the 3 R's like a hand in glove. I struck out on the first two stores. I walked out empty handed. It was looking grim at Deseret Industries, too. Nothing leaped out and cried, "BUY ME!" I meandered into what they call the "Yard Area" and peered at the golf clubs. Nope, no new left-handed clubs. But suddenly, from out of the garish jumble of stuff crammed into the backroom, there it stood, black and tall--a roll of 30 pound roofing felt! WHA---WHOOO! For a mere $2, i was able to take home the material we need for the porch project. The people at the metal roofing company are firm and explicit in their Commandments--"Thou Shalt Use 30 pound felt under our metal roofing!" Well, the new cost of a full roll of such felt is $20. We need but a fraction of a full roll for this job and it had been paining me greatly to contemplate having to buy a full roll. So, click, click, click, chalk up another episode in the modern rendition of the 3 R's.
As we were lugging our roofing felt through the remainder of the Yard Area, we spied out another potential rescue--a 1.5 gallon Thompson Water Seal deck sprayer for $5. I checked it out and determined it was missing a gasket but would probably still work even without the gasket. So I went to the manager and told him the $5 price was unfair. He offered it to me for $4 and I countered with $2 and we settled on $3. Ya gotta love t-stores! We took it home and, sure enough, it worked fine without the gasket. So, we hot-footed it to Wally and scored a gallon of water sealer for $6.50 and then proceeded to treat our entire cook shack for less than $10.
Obviously, this vignette meets the "Reuse and Recycle" parts of the 3 R's. How does it meet the "Reduce" aspect? Therein lies a great story. The Sherwin-Williams Company has a paint store right next to Harbor Freight. They put a 30% coupon in the newspaper. So, I went over there a couple of days ago and inquired about some sealer for the cook shack. The smiling man there happily told me such a job would cost ONLY $200 as I would need three different gallons of material selling for ONLY $65 a gallon. Luckily, I didn't faint and hurt my head on their hard, slick floor. Maybe I should wear a helmet when I go into stores like that because someday I probably WILL faint! Anyway, I likewise smiled very sweetly and told him that the cost of the chemicals would far exceed the cost of the cook shack and slowly backed out of the store and then ran away as fast as I could.
So, the moral of the story here is that I was able to water seal the cook shack at a more than 95% savings over what the "retail" cost could have been. Deck sprayers start at $20 and go up in price. Add that to the ridiculous chemical cost and do the 'rithmetic.
Yep, today's 3 R's are a very important part of our lives. Susun takes care of the Recycle part of our lives and I more than hold my own with the other two R's. Life is good.
Cheers, jp
However, the 3 R's persist in a reincarnated form today. Gone are reading, writing and arithmetic. Today's 3 R's are: "Reduce, Reuse and Recycle." Luckily, ba-zillions of Americans take recycling seriously. It's a wonderful cultural phenomena and it's really making a difference in this Nation's profligate consumption of earth's dwindling natural resources. Meanwhile, the growth of the "real simple" movement has spawned much more interest in the "Reduce" part of the two R's. More and more people are realizing the folly of rampant, thoughtless consumption. So, there appears to be some progress in the "Reduce" area. Perhaps the least favorite of the New 3 R's is "Reuse." This is the one aspect of our throwaway society that's been a tough sell. Why bother to fix something when you can buy something new for cheaper than the cost and hassle of a repair? We have to admit we often fall victim to that mentality, too. It's a tough equation.
We had an interesting encounter with all of the 3 R's yesterday. That's why we started off this blog post with a tutorial on the 3 R's. Here's how the incident evolved. First, Susun dropped her hot rod digital camera while in San Diego. The camera died with its telephoto lens in the fully extended position. She brought it home. It's been sitting on my desk looking somewhat like a dead gecko with its tongue sticking out. Periodically, Susun has asked if she could throw the camera away. I have balked each time, mumbling only that I needed some time to "think of something." Finally, the "something" came yesterday when the proverbial lightbulb above my head flashed on. I listed the camera on eBay for a dollar. I explained the damage and basically said I just wanted to send the camera to someone who could use it for parts or possible repair. Lo and behold, someone has already bid a dollar on the dead camera. So, YIPPEE, it's going to a new home and doesn't have to disappear into the trash!!! I'm clearly not selling the camera with the idea of making money. Nope, the process of dealing with eBay, Paypal, the seller and the Postal Service will take up a lot of time and, no doubt, be fraught with arcane hassles. To me it's just paying homage to the New 3 R's, two of which say, in essence, Don't Throw it Away! It's great to know the camera's life will continue someplace else.
Speaking of the 3 R's, that's really the essence of Thrift Stores. They are a poor man's eBay, a place where anyone can come in off the street without a fancy eBay and Paypal account and engage in all of the 3 R's for sometimes as low as a mere dime. It's been forever since I've seen something priced for a nickle in a t-store. A dime seems to be the lowest price. But those stores are still a place where you can actually buy something for a dime. Where else is that possible?
Clearly, we both love shopping at the t-stores. We each, of course, have our own goals and objectives in those stores. Susun somehow finds components of her amazing wardrobe. I think it's been at least a few decades since she bought any apparel actually NEW off the shelf of a major retailer. I'm guessing 100% of her wardrobe is from t-stores. (She will correct this assumption if it is wrong.)
Meanwhile, I have this unwritten mental list of stuff I'm looking for. It's the old "I'll know it when I see it" sort of thing. I go to t-stores each day with the firm conviction there's something waiting there for me and only me.
Yesterday was a classic example of how the t-stores fit the 3 R's like a hand in glove. I struck out on the first two stores. I walked out empty handed. It was looking grim at Deseret Industries, too. Nothing leaped out and cried, "BUY ME!" I meandered into what they call the "Yard Area" and peered at the golf clubs. Nope, no new left-handed clubs. But suddenly, from out of the garish jumble of stuff crammed into the backroom, there it stood, black and tall--a roll of 30 pound roofing felt! WHA---WHOOO! For a mere $2, i was able to take home the material we need for the porch project. The people at the metal roofing company are firm and explicit in their Commandments--"Thou Shalt Use 30 pound felt under our metal roofing!" Well, the new cost of a full roll of such felt is $20. We need but a fraction of a full roll for this job and it had been paining me greatly to contemplate having to buy a full roll. So, click, click, click, chalk up another episode in the modern rendition of the 3 R's.
As we were lugging our roofing felt through the remainder of the Yard Area, we spied out another potential rescue--a 1.5 gallon Thompson Water Seal deck sprayer for $5. I checked it out and determined it was missing a gasket but would probably still work even without the gasket. So I went to the manager and told him the $5 price was unfair. He offered it to me for $4 and I countered with $2 and we settled on $3. Ya gotta love t-stores! We took it home and, sure enough, it worked fine without the gasket. So, we hot-footed it to Wally and scored a gallon of water sealer for $6.50 and then proceeded to treat our entire cook shack for less than $10.
Obviously, this vignette meets the "Reuse and Recycle" parts of the 3 R's. How does it meet the "Reduce" aspect? Therein lies a great story. The Sherwin-Williams Company has a paint store right next to Harbor Freight. They put a 30% coupon in the newspaper. So, I went over there a couple of days ago and inquired about some sealer for the cook shack. The smiling man there happily told me such a job would cost ONLY $200 as I would need three different gallons of material selling for ONLY $65 a gallon. Luckily, I didn't faint and hurt my head on their hard, slick floor. Maybe I should wear a helmet when I go into stores like that because someday I probably WILL faint! Anyway, I likewise smiled very sweetly and told him that the cost of the chemicals would far exceed the cost of the cook shack and slowly backed out of the store and then ran away as fast as I could.
So, the moral of the story here is that I was able to water seal the cook shack at a more than 95% savings over what the "retail" cost could have been. Deck sprayers start at $20 and go up in price. Add that to the ridiculous chemical cost and do the 'rithmetic.
Yep, today's 3 R's are a very important part of our lives. Susun takes care of the Recycle part of our lives and I more than hold my own with the other two R's. Life is good.
Cheers, jp
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Back to the future
Well, now that Milepost 500 is behind us, let's move back to the future, eh? Yesterday was a great day. Judy and Doug Mayne and their daughter and 3 grand-babies came to visit us. We met at Hilda's Garden. Two of the little tykes romped on the horse bench and the goose benches and it was one of those Golden Moments with the bright colorful flowers and the falls murmuring as a backdrop. Judy and Doug and ourselves go way back--our connections began in Sedona--it's one of those long stories too long to tell here. They live in Mountain Home, Idaho about 45 minutes east of Boise. We enjoy them very much and look forward to our paths crossing more in the future.
The remainder of the day yielded yet more vehicle maintenance. We're getting close to having both vehicles in tip top shape for the Arizona Trip. Luckily, Oswald's prevented a real disaster on the big truck. We took it in for a fuel filter swap and Tim discovered our anti-freeze was shot--not even good to freezing! Now it's good to -55 which we will hopefully never experience. However, winter temps at our Arizona Home can get into the single digits and we could have wound up with a cracked 454 cubic inch engine block this winter. Yikes!
Susun's digital camera died yesterday. That makes two dead cameras in recent weeks. So we bought her a new one at Sam's--it's not the bestest and the brightest one but it's got an an all important feature in the "bells & whistles" category. It has a front LCD screen so she can further refine those self-portraits she's famous for. It wasn't all that long ago such gee-gaws cost a LOT of money. Stasea told us hers costs more than $300. Sam's had a real nice one for $109. Today's the day we get it all checked out and transferred into Susun's eager hands.
Speaking of Susun and photos and such--she undertook a real big job yesterday--changing all the Refrigerator Pictures. Almost all humans put photos on their refrigerator. Who knows why? It's just what people do. Most of the time, such photos never get refreshed. They sit there for years and years sometimes even generations. Maybe they are a modern form of ancient petroglyphs. Anyway, I started gently hinting it owuld be real nice to put up fresh photos on the fridge and, after a few months of hinting, the photos got refreshed yesterday. I guess that's kind of a historic moment in the Chronology of our Household. Susun enshrined the old photos by taking "before" and "after" photos of the fridge. Maybe we will post them here later.
I spent time tinkering with golf stuff late in the afternoon. We're each now going to have our own cart and bag and we're switching to the Nissan to carry it all. The Goatherder suggested we start looking for polyester clothing at the t-stores. We haven't started that search yet but we're considering it. Hopefully, I can find some really garish plaid pants and get an equally garish mis-matching plaid polo shirt, too. That's for the suggestion, GH.
We "discovered" a new burger joint in Flagstaff, Arizona, yesterday. It's called Diablo Burger and you can read about it on the Snowbirds blog by clicking here. It's interesting that neither Maggie, Nancy nor Wayne mentioned this place to us. We are really smitten with the place and plan on spending some real quality time there. Much to our surprise, a stranger actually commented on the Snowbird blog post about the burger joint.
Once again we baked something out in the cook shack. We haven't mentioned the little shack much lately but it's been going quite well. We've baked something in there every night since the remodel was completed. It's working out perfectly and far exceeds our expectations. We've even converted the Patio Caddie into an oven instead of a traditional grill. The cook shack is easily the best outdoor cooking set up I've ever had in my life.
The morning temps continue to edge down each day. It's 33 here on 12th Street as I write this and "officially," it's 31 over at the airport. We can see a noticeable difference in the tint of the neighborhood leaves already from this week's freezing temperatures. Leaf Season--here we COME!
We joined countless other millions of World Residents last night watching the final miners rise to the earth's surface. We both watched the arrival of the 33rd miner and all the hoopla that ensued. What a wonderful story! It's certainly one for the world history books.
Today we plan to play the short course again. Our days are numbered for enjoying that $3.25 delight. We might as well enjoy it while we can. It's also time to start buckling down to put our noses back on the grindstone of the porch project. The concrete will have mostly cured by tomorrow so we need to pick up the pace and get crackin' on that one ASAP. The sands of time are draining through the sparkling hourglass of this crystalline Indian Summer. High winds, Cold rain, sleet and heavy wet snow lurk in the not too distant future. Gives me the shivers just typing those words.
Well, that's about it for now. Enjoy Every day with Life's Best Cheers! jp
The remainder of the day yielded yet more vehicle maintenance. We're getting close to having both vehicles in tip top shape for the Arizona Trip. Luckily, Oswald's prevented a real disaster on the big truck. We took it in for a fuel filter swap and Tim discovered our anti-freeze was shot--not even good to freezing! Now it's good to -55 which we will hopefully never experience. However, winter temps at our Arizona Home can get into the single digits and we could have wound up with a cracked 454 cubic inch engine block this winter. Yikes!
Susun's digital camera died yesterday. That makes two dead cameras in recent weeks. So we bought her a new one at Sam's--it's not the bestest and the brightest one but it's got an an all important feature in the "bells & whistles" category. It has a front LCD screen so she can further refine those self-portraits she's famous for. It wasn't all that long ago such gee-gaws cost a LOT of money. Stasea told us hers costs more than $300. Sam's had a real nice one for $109. Today's the day we get it all checked out and transferred into Susun's eager hands.
Speaking of Susun and photos and such--she undertook a real big job yesterday--changing all the Refrigerator Pictures. Almost all humans put photos on their refrigerator. Who knows why? It's just what people do. Most of the time, such photos never get refreshed. They sit there for years and years sometimes even generations. Maybe they are a modern form of ancient petroglyphs. Anyway, I started gently hinting it owuld be real nice to put up fresh photos on the fridge and, after a few months of hinting, the photos got refreshed yesterday. I guess that's kind of a historic moment in the Chronology of our Household. Susun enshrined the old photos by taking "before" and "after" photos of the fridge. Maybe we will post them here later.
I spent time tinkering with golf stuff late in the afternoon. We're each now going to have our own cart and bag and we're switching to the Nissan to carry it all. The Goatherder suggested we start looking for polyester clothing at the t-stores. We haven't started that search yet but we're considering it. Hopefully, I can find some really garish plaid pants and get an equally garish mis-matching plaid polo shirt, too. That's for the suggestion, GH.
We "discovered" a new burger joint in Flagstaff, Arizona, yesterday. It's called Diablo Burger and you can read about it on the Snowbirds blog by clicking here. It's interesting that neither Maggie, Nancy nor Wayne mentioned this place to us. We are really smitten with the place and plan on spending some real quality time there. Much to our surprise, a stranger actually commented on the Snowbird blog post about the burger joint.
Once again we baked something out in the cook shack. We haven't mentioned the little shack much lately but it's been going quite well. We've baked something in there every night since the remodel was completed. It's working out perfectly and far exceeds our expectations. We've even converted the Patio Caddie into an oven instead of a traditional grill. The cook shack is easily the best outdoor cooking set up I've ever had in my life.
The morning temps continue to edge down each day. It's 33 here on 12th Street as I write this and "officially," it's 31 over at the airport. We can see a noticeable difference in the tint of the neighborhood leaves already from this week's freezing temperatures. Leaf Season--here we COME!
We joined countless other millions of World Residents last night watching the final miners rise to the earth's surface. We both watched the arrival of the 33rd miner and all the hoopla that ensued. What a wonderful story! It's certainly one for the world history books.
Today we plan to play the short course again. Our days are numbered for enjoying that $3.25 delight. We might as well enjoy it while we can. It's also time to start buckling down to put our noses back on the grindstone of the porch project. The concrete will have mostly cured by tomorrow so we need to pick up the pace and get crackin' on that one ASAP. The sands of time are draining through the sparkling hourglass of this crystalline Indian Summer. High winds, Cold rain, sleet and heavy wet snow lurk in the not too distant future. Gives me the shivers just typing those words.
Well, that's about it for now. Enjoy Every day with Life's Best Cheers! jp
#500
Mid-October has always been a very special time all the way back into my high school days. For some odd reason, it always seems something unusual and special takes place within 24 hours either way of October 15th. This year is no exception as we're putting up Blog Post #500 right smack dab in that time frame. If anyone would have suggested that we'd log 500 posts on this blog, they would have been laughed out of town. Back on January 1st when we started this project, I figured I'd put up perhaps 10-12 posts a month. Something strange happened and blogging became a daily routine. Frankly, I would have never guessed in my wildest imagination that such a routine would result in 500 blog posts by mid-October. At this rate, we have potential to exceed 600 by year's end.
It's been a great year to blog about--that's for sure. Our 62nd year has turned out to be a real pivotal time in our lives. Our retirement is working out well. Our fixed income and some lucky breaks here and there have paid the bills, put food on the table and allowed an extraordinary amount of travel, camping and downright adventure. Meanwhile, we've had the time and resources to accomplish some real interesting projects. It's quite fun to be alive and healthy and happy right now. We both know life has no guarantees and things often change in a mere heartbeat, so we're enjoying and savoring these times day-by-day.
We are deeply appreciative of our Dear Friends and LBRs who read about our mundane meanderings. It's amazing to us that there are a steady 20 unique visitors per day each and every day. This blog has brought us a lot closer to a lot of our Dear Friends and that has also been one of the great gifts of our 62nd year. As we write these blog posts, we often think of specific individual Dear Friends and wonder whether they will laugh or groan when they read the words coming off the tips of our fingers. Thank You all for contributing your Spirits and Energies to this blog. Your interest in our mundane lives is very special and also very humbling.
This great Year 2010 (Y2Ten) has a lot of life left--79 days to be precise. We look forward to the remainder of this special year with great anticipation.
Thank You for reading this blog. Life is Good! Have a Great day & Many Cheers! jp
It's been a great year to blog about--that's for sure. Our 62nd year has turned out to be a real pivotal time in our lives. Our retirement is working out well. Our fixed income and some lucky breaks here and there have paid the bills, put food on the table and allowed an extraordinary amount of travel, camping and downright adventure. Meanwhile, we've had the time and resources to accomplish some real interesting projects. It's quite fun to be alive and healthy and happy right now. We both know life has no guarantees and things often change in a mere heartbeat, so we're enjoying and savoring these times day-by-day.
We are deeply appreciative of our Dear Friends and LBRs who read about our mundane meanderings. It's amazing to us that there are a steady 20 unique visitors per day each and every day. This blog has brought us a lot closer to a lot of our Dear Friends and that has also been one of the great gifts of our 62nd year. As we write these blog posts, we often think of specific individual Dear Friends and wonder whether they will laugh or groan when they read the words coming off the tips of our fingers. Thank You all for contributing your Spirits and Energies to this blog. Your interest in our mundane lives is very special and also very humbling.
This great Year 2010 (Y2Ten) has a lot of life left--79 days to be precise. We look forward to the remainder of this special year with great anticipation.
Thank You for reading this blog. Life is Good! Have a Great day & Many Cheers! jp
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Next Blog Post is #500!
Hey, I have the liberty of writing whatever about whatever flotsam and jetsam I want in post #499 because it won't matter. Post #500--the NEXT post--has to be somewhat profound and, therefore, I am cornflicted as to what to say in #500. Five hundred of anything is a big deal. Five hundred blog posts is incomprehensible to me. You say WHAT?? No way I could EVER do five hundred of anything, let alone 500 blog posts. But it's true--the next post will be #500.
Oh, my, what to say? What title to give? How long should it be? I feel like a bride before the final moment. Gee, who knew?
In the meantime we came online here tonight to be yet a small part of the masses celebrating the Chile Mining Miracle. (CMM) Hey, there's CNN and there's CMM! Everyone we know has been riveted by this miracle. But what does it mean?
Pure and simple it means that the Hard Rock Mining Industry has its act together. They know WTH* they are doing. They know how to get things done. Hard Rock Mining has pretty much disappeared from the World Psyche. If it's out of sight, it has to be out of mind. Not any more! Hard Rock Miners ROCK! Pure and simple.
You can't watch this story without celebrating a busload of unsung heroes who run drilling rigs and headframes and shafts, drifts and adits. It's a real obscure niche of the world's industry but it's SO GREAT to see it being SOOOO successful under the bright lights of the World Stage right now.
It's about time the world woke up to who puts their gold in the rings on their finger and who coats their table wear with the silver plate and who puts the platinum in their vehicle's catalytic converter. It's not some robotic system.
These minerals are brought forth from the belly of Mother Earth by real people who have real lives and live and breath like the rest of us do. If you watched one of those miners get down on their knees to give "Thanks" then you should, too.
Your lifestyle wouldn't be dog doo-doo without the contributions of nameless, faceless people who go underground every day to give you the comforts of modern life.
Your Cadillac wouldn't even be on the road without these unsung heroes. Nope, you wouldn't be wearing your golden wedding band or your bright diamond ring. Nope, none of these things would be available to you if the kind and kin of those Chilean Miners didn't dutifully trudge off to work every day a half mile or more below the surface of the earth.
So give thanks tonight not just for their successful, amazing and miraculous rescue, give thanks that willing and eager men continue to descend every day, every shift 24/7 into the Belly of the Beast on behalf of you and your lifestyle.
You are the One who makes it all possible and the "they" are the "them" who reap the meager benefits of the cash flow that trickles down to their marginal lives.
Without those largely nameless, faceless people who toil in total obscurity in the bowels of our planet, we would be nothing.
It's a simple fact of life.
Cheers, jp
*WTH = New Glossary Entry = "What The Heck."
Oh, my, what to say? What title to give? How long should it be? I feel like a bride before the final moment. Gee, who knew?
In the meantime we came online here tonight to be yet a small part of the masses celebrating the Chile Mining Miracle. (CMM) Hey, there's CNN and there's CMM! Everyone we know has been riveted by this miracle. But what does it mean?
Pure and simple it means that the Hard Rock Mining Industry has its act together. They know WTH* they are doing. They know how to get things done. Hard Rock Mining has pretty much disappeared from the World Psyche. If it's out of sight, it has to be out of mind. Not any more! Hard Rock Miners ROCK! Pure and simple.
You can't watch this story without celebrating a busload of unsung heroes who run drilling rigs and headframes and shafts, drifts and adits. It's a real obscure niche of the world's industry but it's SO GREAT to see it being SOOOO successful under the bright lights of the World Stage right now.
It's about time the world woke up to who puts their gold in the rings on their finger and who coats their table wear with the silver plate and who puts the platinum in their vehicle's catalytic converter. It's not some robotic system.
These minerals are brought forth from the belly of Mother Earth by real people who have real lives and live and breath like the rest of us do. If you watched one of those miners get down on their knees to give "Thanks" then you should, too.
Your lifestyle wouldn't be dog doo-doo without the contributions of nameless, faceless people who go underground every day to give you the comforts of modern life.
Your Cadillac wouldn't even be on the road without these unsung heroes. Nope, you wouldn't be wearing your golden wedding band or your bright diamond ring. Nope, none of these things would be available to you if the kind and kin of those Chilean Miners didn't dutifully trudge off to work every day a half mile or more below the surface of the earth.
So give thanks tonight not just for their successful, amazing and miraculous rescue, give thanks that willing and eager men continue to descend every day, every shift 24/7 into the Belly of the Beast on behalf of you and your lifestyle.
You are the One who makes it all possible and the "they" are the "them" who reap the meager benefits of the cash flow that trickles down to their marginal lives.
Without those largely nameless, faceless people who toil in total obscurity in the bowels of our planet, we would be nothing.
It's a simple fact of life.
Cheers, jp
*WTH = New Glossary Entry = "What The Heck."
On Edge
We spent well over three hours edging our lawn yesterday. Edging is a relatively esoteric thing some people inflict on their lawns. Urban dweller's lawns constantly try to overtake sidewalks, curbs and driveways. Upstanding lawn owners will fight back and edge their lawns and keep them in their place. Some people go so far as to edge their grass on a regular basis. Not us. We put this strenuous task very low on the totem pole of homeowner chores. Every time we look at the grass creeping ever farther out onto the sidewalk, we think "Gee, we oughta edge the lawn." And then common sense prevails and we go camping or bike riding or something else far more preferable that edging the lawn. There's at least a million activities that easily take precedence over edging a lawn.
Well, meanwhile, the grass seizes its opportunity and grows ever farther onto flat concrete. Pretty soon, the grass brings along soil, too, and before you know it, you're looking at some serious excavation to put the lawn back in its place. As a Professional Procrastinator, I would rather do almost anything EXCEPT edge the lawn.
And so the years have passed since we last performed this chore and the grass has been happily encroaching on any available flat concrete expanse. Finally, the moment of truth arrived yesterday. We knew it was time to go mano-y-mano with the vicious edging machine and all the related work such a dirty job entails.
Lawn edging machines are as odd ball and as dangerous a landscape machine as you are likely to find. They remind me of a helicopter design that never made it off the drawing board. They have a whirling blade that would easily amputate your hand if you were so stupid as to stray within its sphere of spin. There's levers galore, wheels here and there and a noisy, balky little engine to power it all. it's a heavy machine and not self-propelled. Meanwhile, the edger has a mind of its own and absolutely loves to stray off course, creating edges that look like the work of a bunch of drunken sailors who painted a highway centerline stripe.
Yesterday, I got smart. (Oh, oh!) I bought 25 little yellow flags on thin steel pins from Harbor Freight. Then, I got on my hands and knees and crawled painstakingly along a total of 250 lineal feet of lawn edge towing a long-handled axe. I chopped out the grass and soil to find the edge of the concrete and put a little flag every 2-3 feet. In this manner, I had an "aiming point" to keep the gnarly edger aligned and on track to produce a relatively straight edge line. It worked great, even if passersby did double takes and probably thought there was an old crippled beggar crawling along the sidewalk of 12th Street.
Meanwhile, once the edger has done it's thing, the battle's not over. The next step it to take a flat bladed ice scraper and somehow detach the grass and soil strips from the main lawn. That's a VERY strenuous part of this lawn edging gig.
And it still ain't over. You then have to deal with miles of piles of dirt and grass and debris and dust. As usual, Susun worked like a whirling dervish on the debris removal and, luckily, the machine didn't die half way through the project. We hauled off several full wheel barrows of soil and perhaps 10 or more bags filled to weight capacity with grass strips.
We returned the rented machine a about four hours after we checked it out and they gave us the "half day" rate so the total cost was only $26.50. After the whole job was finished and the cleanup done, we both felt like we'd been in a high school wrassling match. We're still pretty gimpy this morning, too. I remarked to Susun that lawn edging is one job where landscapers really earn their money and probably the ONLY landscaping job that's worth paying someone else to do.
You're probably wondering why bother with lawn edging. What's so bad about grass creeping out onto the sidewalks? Well, those are good questions. Here's your answers: If you don't edge the grass, water will build up on the sidewalks and then turn to a sheet of ice in the winter. Water (when it's warm enough to melt) needs drainage along the edges of the sidewalks. If there's no where to drain, you're going to have sheet ice all winter long. Secondly, having a knife edge along the sidewalks makes it 1000% easier to navigate a snowblower. When the snowblower runs into grass edges it messes up the snowblower and it's a royal pain to deal with. OK, now we know you're wondering, "Well, if you're not going to be there during the winter, why bother?" Once again, good question. There's a law on the books here that the homeowner has the clear legal obligation to keep their sidewalks free of snow and ice. So, we're going to have to pay somebody to keep our sidewalks clear. If our walks are easy to do, our contractor is going to thank us and be a Happy Snow Blower! Meanwhile, having easy-to-navigate walks means the neighbors might even do it once in awhile, too. Got that? We hope so.
Well, cross one more task off the Arizona Trip Prep Checklist!
Cheers, jp
Well, meanwhile, the grass seizes its opportunity and grows ever farther onto flat concrete. Pretty soon, the grass brings along soil, too, and before you know it, you're looking at some serious excavation to put the lawn back in its place. As a Professional Procrastinator, I would rather do almost anything EXCEPT edge the lawn.
And so the years have passed since we last performed this chore and the grass has been happily encroaching on any available flat concrete expanse. Finally, the moment of truth arrived yesterday. We knew it was time to go mano-y-mano with the vicious edging machine and all the related work such a dirty job entails.
Lawn edging machines are as odd ball and as dangerous a landscape machine as you are likely to find. They remind me of a helicopter design that never made it off the drawing board. They have a whirling blade that would easily amputate your hand if you were so stupid as to stray within its sphere of spin. There's levers galore, wheels here and there and a noisy, balky little engine to power it all. it's a heavy machine and not self-propelled. Meanwhile, the edger has a mind of its own and absolutely loves to stray off course, creating edges that look like the work of a bunch of drunken sailors who painted a highway centerline stripe.
Yesterday, I got smart. (Oh, oh!) I bought 25 little yellow flags on thin steel pins from Harbor Freight. Then, I got on my hands and knees and crawled painstakingly along a total of 250 lineal feet of lawn edge towing a long-handled axe. I chopped out the grass and soil to find the edge of the concrete and put a little flag every 2-3 feet. In this manner, I had an "aiming point" to keep the gnarly edger aligned and on track to produce a relatively straight edge line. It worked great, even if passersby did double takes and probably thought there was an old crippled beggar crawling along the sidewalk of 12th Street.
Meanwhile, once the edger has done it's thing, the battle's not over. The next step it to take a flat bladed ice scraper and somehow detach the grass and soil strips from the main lawn. That's a VERY strenuous part of this lawn edging gig.
And it still ain't over. You then have to deal with miles of piles of dirt and grass and debris and dust. As usual, Susun worked like a whirling dervish on the debris removal and, luckily, the machine didn't die half way through the project. We hauled off several full wheel barrows of soil and perhaps 10 or more bags filled to weight capacity with grass strips.
We returned the rented machine a about four hours after we checked it out and they gave us the "half day" rate so the total cost was only $26.50. After the whole job was finished and the cleanup done, we both felt like we'd been in a high school wrassling match. We're still pretty gimpy this morning, too. I remarked to Susun that lawn edging is one job where landscapers really earn their money and probably the ONLY landscaping job that's worth paying someone else to do.
You're probably wondering why bother with lawn edging. What's so bad about grass creeping out onto the sidewalks? Well, those are good questions. Here's your answers: If you don't edge the grass, water will build up on the sidewalks and then turn to a sheet of ice in the winter. Water (when it's warm enough to melt) needs drainage along the edges of the sidewalks. If there's no where to drain, you're going to have sheet ice all winter long. Secondly, having a knife edge along the sidewalks makes it 1000% easier to navigate a snowblower. When the snowblower runs into grass edges it messes up the snowblower and it's a royal pain to deal with. OK, now we know you're wondering, "Well, if you're not going to be there during the winter, why bother?" Once again, good question. There's a law on the books here that the homeowner has the clear legal obligation to keep their sidewalks free of snow and ice. So, we're going to have to pay somebody to keep our sidewalks clear. If our walks are easy to do, our contractor is going to thank us and be a Happy Snow Blower! Meanwhile, having easy-to-navigate walks means the neighbors might even do it once in awhile, too. Got that? We hope so.
Well, cross one more task off the Arizona Trip Prep Checklist!
Cheers, jp
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Your education dollars at work
Note added at 7 am the morning after writing the post below: I woke up this morning intent upon banishing this post to the obscurity of the blog's companion website. However, the comment gave me pause so I will now let the readers decide if it should stay or go. It's YOUR choice now! The poll runs for 7 days.
It's sad but true that a lot of people get burped out of the public education system and they can't spel "feence poasst!" Meanwhile, somehow, by some miracle known only to The Speling Gawds, these people actually get jobs, mortgages and, geeze, even families! I honestly spend way too much time wondering what our property taxes actually, truly do for the so-called "educational process." I hate to say this but I've come to a conclusion that we are simply subsidizing a system that cranks out total morons. Yeah, there's a few smart ones. But the smart ones would be smart even if they never went to school. Like Abe Lincoln was. I have a lot of proof for this hypothesis. Here's merely one of my latest examples that I came upon tonight on the East Idaho Craigs List.
"Must sell my car it is a 93 nissan sentra it runs grate has been in my fammly its intier life it has 225k on it but hats abaut 80k on rebild it is a stick 5th gear needs ajusted but dus not leke or burn oil it has new altenater fuel pump and cv joints the drivers side meor is gone I wold love to keep it but just got a truck so it must go asking $900.00 obo call 208 419 xxx8 ty"
If you think I made this up, click here to see the real listing:
http://eastidaho.craigslist.org/cto/200294027x.html
PS--I will almost assuredly wake up tomorrow and banish this post to the obscurity of the companion website. It's a political rant and they are not allowed here--at least between sunrise and sunset.
Think kind thoughts for these people! Otherwise they might wind up here:
It's sad but true that a lot of people get burped out of the public education system and they can't spel "feence poasst!" Meanwhile, somehow, by some miracle known only to The Speling Gawds, these people actually get jobs, mortgages and, geeze, even families! I honestly spend way too much time wondering what our property taxes actually, truly do for the so-called "educational process." I hate to say this but I've come to a conclusion that we are simply subsidizing a system that cranks out total morons. Yeah, there's a few smart ones. But the smart ones would be smart even if they never went to school. Like Abe Lincoln was. I have a lot of proof for this hypothesis. Here's merely one of my latest examples that I came upon tonight on the East Idaho Craigs List.
"Must sell my car it is a 93 nissan sentra it runs grate has been in my fammly its intier life it has 225k on it but hats abaut 80k on rebild it is a stick 5th gear needs ajusted but dus not leke or burn oil it has new altenater fuel pump and cv joints the drivers side meor is gone I wold love to keep it but just got a truck so it must go asking $900.00 obo call 208 419 xxx8 ty"
If you think I made this up, click here to see the real listing:
http://eastidaho.craigslist.org/cto/200294027x.html
PS--I will almost assuredly wake up tomorrow and banish this post to the obscurity of the companion website. It's a political rant and they are not allowed here--at least between sunrise and sunset.
Think kind thoughts for these people! Otherwise they might wind up here:
First Freeze
About 30 minutes ago, the KIDA weather station out at the airport recorded its first freezing temperature since last spring. As of 6:53 AM MST, it was 31 degrees. Actually, it's moderately unusual to have our first freeze this late in the seasons. Afterall, it's October 12th! Consider this--Flagstaff, Arizona, received its first freeze four days ago and Flag is located a mere 750 miles south of us. The photo at right is from DF & LBR Maggie and shows her much loved squash plant after the first NORAZ freeze.
So, far, we're not freezing here on 12th Street. It's 37 degrees in our backyard right now. Our airport is always cooler than a protected "inner city" location. But the footsteps of Ol' Man Winter echo loud and clear here. We know that before this week is done, we're definitely going to get hard with temps well below 32.
It's time to wave goodbye to all of Susun's beautiful flowers--they sure have been a joy to savor this summer.
The protracted warmer-than-normal fall weather we've been having has caused the leaves to lollygag. A few trees here and there have turned color but they are the exception. The vast majority of the city's trees still look and act like it's late summer. That's all about to change. The shock of the first real freezes this week will send the leave into hyperdrive and the colors will start popping like the July 4th fireworks. So far, the Monster Leaf Sucker has seen no action. It hasn't even been fueled for the first time. That, too, is about to change.
All of these changes are not lost on our sense of time and space. We know we have a lot of work to do before we can head south this year. We can look ahead and see a pretty non-stop schedule for the next few weeks. Susun has been incredibly busy and productive for the past few days. She spent her entire day Monday in her closet and storage drawers. Her stuff now looks like it ought to be on a cover of one of those magazines that purport to tell you how to get organized. I opined to her last night that she's more organized than she's ever been in our 24 years together.
I've been doing the Guy Thing. Yesterday was entirely consumed with messing with vehicles. The checklist of stuff we have to do to our vehicles is as long as my arm and we know from past experience that it will take days to check off all those important tasks for each of our four vehicles.
Our vehicle registrations expire at the end of December and we will have long since been in Arizona by then. We checked the DMV and they said we could renew them early. I toyed with the idea of trying to get one of Idaho's fine Whitewater license plates. If the word "VERDE" would have been available, I would have thought seriously about popping for the $60 fee. Alas, it is already taken. It sure is a classy plate! So, we're sticking with our existing plates. They both would make great cribbage hands. One is 8B X7607 and the other is 8B X7608. They both would yield 12 points in cribbage. Also, it's nice to keep the "8B" plates because they qualify us for "The Killer B's Club." Rural Idahoans don't like anybody with a license plate that has a "B" in it. They call us "The Killer B's." Since Idaho license plate letters denote the counties, it's easy to tell where we are from. Bonneville is the 8th county that begins with a "B." Bannock would be "1B." That's Pocatello. Blackfoot, for example, is in Bingham and it's "4B." Most of the "B" counties are filled with typical weekend warriors and yahoos who often are at the root of everything rural people dislike about city people.
Today's going to be more of the same for both of us. Susun's going to burrow deep into the basement and I'm gonna continue doing The Guy Thing, messing with vehicles and such. As much as we cherish fond fantasies of simply packing up and driving merrily off to Arizona, it simply doesn't happen that way. Big migratory shifts take lots of planning and require lots of focused activity to make them happen safely and easily.
There's not much else going on right now. Have a great day and Cheers! jp
So, far, we're not freezing here on 12th Street. It's 37 degrees in our backyard right now. Our airport is always cooler than a protected "inner city" location. But the footsteps of Ol' Man Winter echo loud and clear here. We know that before this week is done, we're definitely going to get hard with temps well below 32.
It's time to wave goodbye to all of Susun's beautiful flowers--they sure have been a joy to savor this summer.
The protracted warmer-than-normal fall weather we've been having has caused the leaves to lollygag. A few trees here and there have turned color but they are the exception. The vast majority of the city's trees still look and act like it's late summer. That's all about to change. The shock of the first real freezes this week will send the leave into hyperdrive and the colors will start popping like the July 4th fireworks. So far, the Monster Leaf Sucker has seen no action. It hasn't even been fueled for the first time. That, too, is about to change.
All of these changes are not lost on our sense of time and space. We know we have a lot of work to do before we can head south this year. We can look ahead and see a pretty non-stop schedule for the next few weeks. Susun has been incredibly busy and productive for the past few days. She spent her entire day Monday in her closet and storage drawers. Her stuff now looks like it ought to be on a cover of one of those magazines that purport to tell you how to get organized. I opined to her last night that she's more organized than she's ever been in our 24 years together.
I've been doing the Guy Thing. Yesterday was entirely consumed with messing with vehicles. The checklist of stuff we have to do to our vehicles is as long as my arm and we know from past experience that it will take days to check off all those important tasks for each of our four vehicles.
Our vehicle registrations expire at the end of December and we will have long since been in Arizona by then. We checked the DMV and they said we could renew them early. I toyed with the idea of trying to get one of Idaho's fine Whitewater license plates. If the word "VERDE" would have been available, I would have thought seriously about popping for the $60 fee. Alas, it is already taken. It sure is a classy plate! So, we're sticking with our existing plates. They both would make great cribbage hands. One is 8B X7607 and the other is 8B X7608. They both would yield 12 points in cribbage. Also, it's nice to keep the "8B" plates because they qualify us for "The Killer B's Club." Rural Idahoans don't like anybody with a license plate that has a "B" in it. They call us "The Killer B's." Since Idaho license plate letters denote the counties, it's easy to tell where we are from. Bonneville is the 8th county that begins with a "B." Bannock would be "1B." That's Pocatello. Blackfoot, for example, is in Bingham and it's "4B." Most of the "B" counties are filled with typical weekend warriors and yahoos who often are at the root of everything rural people dislike about city people.
Today's going to be more of the same for both of us. Susun's going to burrow deep into the basement and I'm gonna continue doing The Guy Thing, messing with vehicles and such. As much as we cherish fond fantasies of simply packing up and driving merrily off to Arizona, it simply doesn't happen that way. Big migratory shifts take lots of planning and require lots of focused activity to make them happen safely and easily.
There's not much else going on right now. Have a great day and Cheers! jp
Monday, October 11, 2010
3 Blog Night
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's a shameless play on words but I couldn't resist it. Even Susun laughed when I told her the phrase. OK, so how does it work? Pretty simply. The photo above tells a story. And you will have to click off to another blog to learn more. Houn Dawg sent along one of his patented foodie things. At first, I was simply going to put it on the "ifyoueat" blog. Then I realized we could put it on Houn Dawg's own personal blog. Well, heck, then we realized we could put it here, too, and have ourselfs a righteous little ol' 3 Blog Night! Cain't git no mo betta than dat!
Click here for the "If You Eat" blog.
Click here for Houn Dawg's blog.
For you nit-picky purists, we have some 3 Dog Night material here. According to Wiki, Vocalist Danny Hutton's then-girlfriend June Fairchild suggested the name after reading a magazine article about indigenous Australians, in which it was explained that on cold nights they would customarily sleep in a hole in the ground whilst embracing a dingo, a native species of wild dog. On colder nights they would sleep with two dogs and if a night was especially cold, it was a "three dog night". Click here for the 3 Dog Night Wiki.
And, just for grins, here's one of the group's enduring signature riffs: Joy To The World! Hey, it was a 3 Blog Night!
Click here for the "If You Eat" blog.
Click here for Houn Dawg's blog.
For you nit-picky purists, we have some 3 Dog Night material here. According to Wiki, Vocalist Danny Hutton's then-girlfriend June Fairchild suggested the name after reading a magazine article about indigenous Australians, in which it was explained that on cold nights they would customarily sleep in a hole in the ground whilst embracing a dingo, a native species of wild dog. On colder nights they would sleep with two dogs and if a night was especially cold, it was a "three dog night". Click here for the 3 Dog Night Wiki.
And, just for grins, here's one of the group's enduring signature riffs: Joy To The World! Hey, it was a 3 Blog Night!
Who'd a thunk it?
It wasn't all that long ago when I would have said "NO WAY!" if someone would have said we'd both be playing golf together on 10-10-10. In fact, I suppose I would have bet a lot of money such a bizarre thing would NEVER happen in our lifetimes. There's simply no way it would have, could have or should have ever happened. Except it did. And on 10-10-10 no less. You wanna talk about an odd milemarker in our lives--well it came to pass in our path yesterday. Miss Susun and Little Johnny played golf together. (Cue readers' groans, rolled eyes and sighs.)
Susun did quite well and it was a lot of fun. We both really enjoyed ourselves. And, guess what? We're going to do it again. (Cue readers' boos and catcalls. Dodge flying tomatoes.) Yes, it's a fun way to spend a couple of hours on a cloudy, cool fall day. And the cost? Ten bucks total. That princely sum included a bucket of balls on the driving range and two rounds on the six-hole Sand Creek short course. Susun's only instruction was watching a YouTube video of some guy demonstrating how to correctly swing a golf club. Ya gotta love YouTube, ya know? Susun was usually on the green in a mere two or three strokes. Her total score of 35 was mostly due to lack of a putting game. But, hey, putting's the easiest part of this game to master. My score was 29 which is pretty much right on my average for the seven rounds I've played there so far. She could have easily beat me by sinking a few more close and easy putts. I was delighted to see her hit the ball straight down each of the fairways. She had some great shots for a first time golfer. Remember, she's only played the game a mere ONCE in her entire life and that was when she was 17 years old!
It was a great day to be out on the links. There was a faint mist in the air and a slight breeze made it almost jacket weather. For the first time, we saw other people on the short course but they were far behind us and so they didn't affect our pace. The clubs I picked out for Susun last week worked well and are "keepers." I bought a different pitching wedge for her as well as a second golf bag and so the total investment now for her is $29, including tax. The "entry cost" for almost all sports is steep, stiff and often scary. Just think of what it costs to get involved in river running. Even if you don't buy a boat, your personal gear can run hundreds of dollars. I wouldn't even want to dare to think of the money we have tied up in camping gear! Even the "entry cost" of day hiking can be expensive. Think of the cost of a good pair of hiking boots, hiking sticks, day pack and all of the various typical accouterments that go along with that game.
I can't think of any other sport where someone can get started for a total investment of $29, except maybe cribbage. You might be able to get started fishing with a cheap-o pole and some cheap-o tackle but it would be touch and go stuff for $29. This particular twenty-nine dollars bought some superb clubs and a Jack Nicholas "Bear" bag.
So, we're off and running now. We'll always look back on 10-10-10 and savor some fond memories of our first golf game together. Who knew?
The top photo is Susun at the first tee of the short course and the bottom one is on Tee #4.
Susun did quite well and it was a lot of fun. We both really enjoyed ourselves. And, guess what? We're going to do it again. (Cue readers' boos and catcalls. Dodge flying tomatoes.) Yes, it's a fun way to spend a couple of hours on a cloudy, cool fall day. And the cost? Ten bucks total. That princely sum included a bucket of balls on the driving range and two rounds on the six-hole Sand Creek short course. Susun's only instruction was watching a YouTube video of some guy demonstrating how to correctly swing a golf club. Ya gotta love YouTube, ya know? Susun was usually on the green in a mere two or three strokes. Her total score of 35 was mostly due to lack of a putting game. But, hey, putting's the easiest part of this game to master. My score was 29 which is pretty much right on my average for the seven rounds I've played there so far. She could have easily beat me by sinking a few more close and easy putts. I was delighted to see her hit the ball straight down each of the fairways. She had some great shots for a first time golfer. Remember, she's only played the game a mere ONCE in her entire life and that was when she was 17 years old!
It was a great day to be out on the links. There was a faint mist in the air and a slight breeze made it almost jacket weather. For the first time, we saw other people on the short course but they were far behind us and so they didn't affect our pace. The clubs I picked out for Susun last week worked well and are "keepers." I bought a different pitching wedge for her as well as a second golf bag and so the total investment now for her is $29, including tax. The "entry cost" for almost all sports is steep, stiff and often scary. Just think of what it costs to get involved in river running. Even if you don't buy a boat, your personal gear can run hundreds of dollars. I wouldn't even want to dare to think of the money we have tied up in camping gear! Even the "entry cost" of day hiking can be expensive. Think of the cost of a good pair of hiking boots, hiking sticks, day pack and all of the various typical accouterments that go along with that game.
I can't think of any other sport where someone can get started for a total investment of $29, except maybe cribbage. You might be able to get started fishing with a cheap-o pole and some cheap-o tackle but it would be touch and go stuff for $29. This particular twenty-nine dollars bought some superb clubs and a Jack Nicholas "Bear" bag.
So, we're off and running now. We'll always look back on 10-10-10 and savor some fond memories of our first golf game together. Who knew?
The top photo is Susun at the first tee of the short course and the bottom one is on Tee #4.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
What's a blog?
Ah, ya just gotta love a question like that, don't ya? Well, here's how the question came wingin' my way last night. Out of the clear blue, my cell phone rang pretty late in the evening. Neither of us recognized the Arizona number so we didn't answer it. Lo and behold, when we read the transcribed message in our Google Voice, it turned out to be Lost Lost and Newly Found Bill Cook himself! (Read this post to refresh yourself on Bill.) WOW, what can we say? It was great to hear Ol' Bill's always cheery voice. And it was great to get caught up on All Thing's Bill. One day a couple of years ago, as Bill described it, he'd had enough and he simply packed up and disappeared into the Far East (of Arizona, that is). He's leading a happy, comfortable life there. His email address sums up his situation. The address is "duncanite853." Naturally, there's a story behind an email address like that. Bill now lives in Duncan, Arizona, hence the "duncanite" part. The day he moved there he went to the small town's Manager and asked what the population was. The guy told him is was 852. So, Bill declared himself #853 and that's how he coined his email address.
Well, anyway, we were a chattering back and forth and Bill asked what we'd been up to and were we were doing and so forth. I said, "Well, Bill everything we do is on our blog." There was a pause on the other end of the line and then Bill said, "John I hate to ask a dumb question, but what's a blog?" Ah, Bill! Ya dun GOOD!
That's one of the many beauties of Bill Cook. He can always find a way to detach himself from the mundane world as we know it and find great peace in the simple things of life. He probably oughta give seminars on how to forget all of the social networking tools that are so red hot in today's go-go, plugged-in online society.
Bill is definitely living in BFD Time. What's BFD,John? Well, it doesn't mean what you THINK it means--it means "Before Facebook Daze." It's kind of like how people use the letters "BC," if you get my drift.
I tried to give a capsule summary of what a blog is but I realized it was impossible so I just said I would send it to him. It might be awhile before he sees it as his internet connection out there in BFD Duncan is real sketchy and Bill says it might only work "when the wind blows right" for maybe 10-15 minutes a day. That suits Bill just fine.
Bill said he came back to the Verde Valley for a funeral the other day but couldn't tolerate the crowds and the traffic and left that afternoon. It sounds to me like Bill has finally found his true niche in life. He sounds happier than I can ever recall, much more relaxed and totally unstressed. Way to go, Bill! Bill says he's going to send some pictures and, when the wind blows right and they show up, we will put them into a special slideshow celebrating Bill's new life as Duncanite #853.
Happy Trails, Bill, we're danged proud of you!
Cheers, jp
Well, anyway, we were a chattering back and forth and Bill asked what we'd been up to and were we were doing and so forth. I said, "Well, Bill everything we do is on our blog." There was a pause on the other end of the line and then Bill said, "John I hate to ask a dumb question, but what's a blog?" Ah, Bill! Ya dun GOOD!
That's one of the many beauties of Bill Cook. He can always find a way to detach himself from the mundane world as we know it and find great peace in the simple things of life. He probably oughta give seminars on how to forget all of the social networking tools that are so red hot in today's go-go, plugged-in online society.
Bill is definitely living in BFD Time. What's BFD,John? Well, it doesn't mean what you THINK it means--it means "Before Facebook Daze." It's kind of like how people use the letters "BC," if you get my drift.
I tried to give a capsule summary of what a blog is but I realized it was impossible so I just said I would send it to him. It might be awhile before he sees it as his internet connection out there in BFD Duncan is real sketchy and Bill says it might only work "when the wind blows right" for maybe 10-15 minutes a day. That suits Bill just fine.
Bill said he came back to the Verde Valley for a funeral the other day but couldn't tolerate the crowds and the traffic and left that afternoon. It sounds to me like Bill has finally found his true niche in life. He sounds happier than I can ever recall, much more relaxed and totally unstressed. Way to go, Bill! Bill says he's going to send some pictures and, when the wind blows right and they show up, we will put them into a special slideshow celebrating Bill's new life as Duncanite #853.
Happy Trails, Bill, we're danged proud of you!
Cheers, jp
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Here a typewriter, there a typewriter, everywhere a typewriter
If one typewriter is a good thing, then two typewriters are a really good thing and three typewriters may be the best thing yet! I couldn't resist buying another sweet little machine for $10 today at the Bonneville Humane Society t-store. It's a Remington Rand Quiet-Riter. The buff color crinkle coat is really cool and the keys are emerald green. The case is positively chic and the key throw is much better than the industrial Royal typewriter. I can actually use two or three fingers per hand to type stuff with the Quiet-Riter! How good is that? Very Good! The Quiet-Riter was a mess inside and it took almost two hours to clean it up. Thank goodness for a magnetic parts dish to prevent me from losing the tiny screws. And Thank Goodness for Brake Cleaner! That stuff ROX!
If you ever want to reconnect with the Magic Age of American Ingenuity, dig deep into the innards of a typewriter. Stare closely at the various cast parts and the intricate machinery attached thereto. If ever there was a Genuine Rube Goldberg Device for the Masses, it had to be the typewriter. Those machines never case to amaze me in their utter complexity. It also amazes me that we have somehow transcended typewriters altogether and are now living light years beyond those primitive but remarkable machines. I dearly love old manual typewriters. They have an almost mystical hold on my psyche. To delve into the guts of the Quiet-Riter today was such a special and fun experience. I doted on all the various critical moving parts. The innate intricacy of these machines is truly astounding. The precision tool and die work evident in any garden variety manual typewriter is amazing. This particular Remington Rand exhibits some of the highest quality American workmanship I've seen in a manual typewriter in a long time. It's a work of American Industrial Art!
OK, so how does it all shake out? The Beautiful Quiet-Riter is shown in the top photo. The next photo shows our stable of manual typewriters. The Quiet-Riter is at top left. It goes to Arizona. It's going to be our "go to" machine for writing "letters from home." The key throw on this machine is superb and well balanced and a joy to use. I feel I can write really long letters on it without getting carpal tunnel syndrome. It's a genuine precision machine.
The Royal is an industrial machine. As noted in a previous post, I feel pretty certain it began its life out at The Site. Whoever had to put up with this machine surely was crippled for life. Its long key throw is guaranteed to wreck your wrists and turn your fingers into raven claws.
The little Sears portable lies at the foot of the two wise old master typewriters. As you know, there's a long history with this particular Sears machine and we now simply can't ever part with it ever again. It's a fine little light duty machine. So, we delegating it as our "Camp Writer." We will take it on all of our camping trips in the future. When we get the urge to pound out a letter on a picnic table, we'll call the Sears off the sidelines and it will be ready, willing and able to respond.
The photo below shows the disassembled Quiet-Riter undergoing a thorough and meticulous cleaning. It's key impressions were danged good BEFORE the cleaning. You should see them now! Wow, this little machine ROX!
If you ever want to reconnect with the Magic Age of American Ingenuity, dig deep into the innards of a typewriter. Stare closely at the various cast parts and the intricate machinery attached thereto. If ever there was a Genuine Rube Goldberg Device for the Masses, it had to be the typewriter. Those machines never case to amaze me in their utter complexity. It also amazes me that we have somehow transcended typewriters altogether and are now living light years beyond those primitive but remarkable machines. I dearly love old manual typewriters. They have an almost mystical hold on my psyche. To delve into the guts of the Quiet-Riter today was such a special and fun experience. I doted on all the various critical moving parts. The innate intricacy of these machines is truly astounding. The precision tool and die work evident in any garden variety manual typewriter is amazing. This particular Remington Rand exhibits some of the highest quality American workmanship I've seen in a manual typewriter in a long time. It's a work of American Industrial Art!
OK, so how does it all shake out? The Beautiful Quiet-Riter is shown in the top photo. The next photo shows our stable of manual typewriters. The Quiet-Riter is at top left. It goes to Arizona. It's going to be our "go to" machine for writing "letters from home." The key throw on this machine is superb and well balanced and a joy to use. I feel I can write really long letters on it without getting carpal tunnel syndrome. It's a genuine precision machine.
The Royal is an industrial machine. As noted in a previous post, I feel pretty certain it began its life out at The Site. Whoever had to put up with this machine surely was crippled for life. Its long key throw is guaranteed to wreck your wrists and turn your fingers into raven claws.
The little Sears portable lies at the foot of the two wise old master typewriters. As you know, there's a long history with this particular Sears machine and we now simply can't ever part with it ever again. It's a fine little light duty machine. So, we delegating it as our "Camp Writer." We will take it on all of our camping trips in the future. When we get the urge to pound out a letter on a picnic table, we'll call the Sears off the sidelines and it will be ready, willing and able to respond.
The photo below shows the disassembled Quiet-Riter undergoing a thorough and meticulous cleaning. It's key impressions were danged good BEFORE the cleaning. You should see them now! Wow, this little machine ROX!
Only one more day to a Perfect Ten
Less than 24 hours remain until a rare day occurs. It's absolutely guaranteed to be a Perfect Ten. How so? Well, it's 10-10-10! We've been discussing this day for quite a long time. We love numerical symmetry and all of this stuff dawned on our feeble brains way back on 01-01-01. It's been a great ride and this Number Party will end on 12-12-12. One of the Best Ones was 02-02-02 because that was Susun's actual birthday, too, and became the Famous TuTu Day. Who can forget 07-07-07 out at Bowery Guard Station? Now THAT was a World Class party for sure. The Famous 7&7 Party with a Command Performance by none other than The Spudboater! (Cue trumpet fanfare.) Normally, we would be writing this on the actual day of 10-10-10 but we're putting it here early for two reasons: A) To call your attention to this important and historical calendar fact; and B) To urge you to plan and do something special and memorable tomorrow. Each of the "trifecta dates," as we call them, provide us with a unique opportunity to elevate our Daily Game and strive for a piece of performance art that will instantly become a fond memory. One thing's for certain sure--there's NO DOUBT that tomorrow's a Perfect Ten!
Yesterday worked according to plan. As expected, it took all morning to refine the holes and align the form tubes. It was a tedious process and taxed my patience to the max. After lunch we decided to take it one step at a time and move slowly into the next phase. One-by-one the puzzle pieces all assembled on stage. We looked at our watches and realized it was only 2 pm and we had everything ready to go. So we dived right in and began mixing and pouring concrete like we knew what we were doing. As if by magic, we soon had both footers complete and, much to our total surprise it was well before 4 pm! I managed to return the mixer with an official time stamped receipt of 4:20 pm and somehow even squeezed in the ritual visit to the WINCO Spa and Relaxation Center where the soothing Friday cacophony of screaming babies and hypertensive, sugar-supercharged children never fails to elicit a deep state of bliss.
While Susun enjoyed a well deserved lengthy soak in hot water, I put a two-pound pork roast into El Turco and savored the completion of a genuine grunt day. Now, we will wait perhaps a week for the concrete to cure before beginning the next phase. Since our decks are rather clear of projects right now, today and tomorrow hold promise for many great potential things to do.
Astute LBRs who have good memories may be asking themselves, "Hum...weren't they supposed to be in City of Rocks with The Spudboater this weekend?" Several days ago, we became spooked by the weather forecasts and called off the trip. Spudboater was (thankfully) very understanding and gracious about it. We don't know much about the actual weather down there but the weather here hasn't been the best the last couple of days. We're glad we're here and not there. So, in hindsight, it turns out that the Jenny Lake Trip was our actual last camping trip of the season. There will be no mo camping until mid-spring 2011 at the earliest. In future years, we suspect that the Annual Jenny Lake Post Labor Day Trip will always be our official last camping trip of each season. Fall is a great time to mimic squirrel behavior. The bushy-tailed rodents scurry about burying tree nuts in their little stashes. The frenzied preparation for winter is a hallmark of squirrel behavior. Perhaps we should take a hint from our Rodent Kin and devote all our energies to preparation for the upcoming radical shift in annual weather cycles.
Much Merriment has already been had with the mere mention of Atomic City. (See both comments below yesterday's post.) Unfortunately Phil was a no show yesterday. He did call and told a sorry tale of woe. His Old Beater blew a heater hose and he was stranded in Atomic City. That's roughly the same thing as being stranded on a desert island, only worse I suppose. Goatherder has suggested we capitalize on this priceless opportunity by delivering the Sidekick to Phil. Nice idea but that might be pushing our Road Trip Karma a little too far. There's no way we want to risk being stranded on that particular desert island, not even for a New York Minute. Meanwhile, in case you didn't notice, we put up a YouTube clip from the famous Star Wars Cantina Scene. Surely, Phil's saloon will have a real similar vibe and with a name like Atomic City, maybe even the cast of characters will look the same.
Okie, dokie, that's about the size of it for now. Many Cheers, jp
Yesterday worked according to plan. As expected, it took all morning to refine the holes and align the form tubes. It was a tedious process and taxed my patience to the max. After lunch we decided to take it one step at a time and move slowly into the next phase. One-by-one the puzzle pieces all assembled on stage. We looked at our watches and realized it was only 2 pm and we had everything ready to go. So we dived right in and began mixing and pouring concrete like we knew what we were doing. As if by magic, we soon had both footers complete and, much to our total surprise it was well before 4 pm! I managed to return the mixer with an official time stamped receipt of 4:20 pm and somehow even squeezed in the ritual visit to the WINCO Spa and Relaxation Center where the soothing Friday cacophony of screaming babies and hypertensive, sugar-supercharged children never fails to elicit a deep state of bliss.
While Susun enjoyed a well deserved lengthy soak in hot water, I put a two-pound pork roast into El Turco and savored the completion of a genuine grunt day. Now, we will wait perhaps a week for the concrete to cure before beginning the next phase. Since our decks are rather clear of projects right now, today and tomorrow hold promise for many great potential things to do.
Astute LBRs who have good memories may be asking themselves, "Hum...weren't they supposed to be in City of Rocks with The Spudboater this weekend?" Several days ago, we became spooked by the weather forecasts and called off the trip. Spudboater was (thankfully) very understanding and gracious about it. We don't know much about the actual weather down there but the weather here hasn't been the best the last couple of days. We're glad we're here and not there. So, in hindsight, it turns out that the Jenny Lake Trip was our actual last camping trip of the season. There will be no mo camping until mid-spring 2011 at the earliest. In future years, we suspect that the Annual Jenny Lake Post Labor Day Trip will always be our official last camping trip of each season. Fall is a great time to mimic squirrel behavior. The bushy-tailed rodents scurry about burying tree nuts in their little stashes. The frenzied preparation for winter is a hallmark of squirrel behavior. Perhaps we should take a hint from our Rodent Kin and devote all our energies to preparation for the upcoming radical shift in annual weather cycles.
Much Merriment has already been had with the mere mention of Atomic City. (See both comments below yesterday's post.) Unfortunately Phil was a no show yesterday. He did call and told a sorry tale of woe. His Old Beater blew a heater hose and he was stranded in Atomic City. That's roughly the same thing as being stranded on a desert island, only worse I suppose. Goatherder has suggested we capitalize on this priceless opportunity by delivering the Sidekick to Phil. Nice idea but that might be pushing our Road Trip Karma a little too far. There's no way we want to risk being stranded on that particular desert island, not even for a New York Minute. Meanwhile, in case you didn't notice, we put up a YouTube clip from the famous Star Wars Cantina Scene. Surely, Phil's saloon will have a real similar vibe and with a name like Atomic City, maybe even the cast of characters will look the same.
Okie, dokie, that's about the size of it for now. Many Cheers, jp
Friday, October 8, 2010
Roger!
Here is Roger's Sunset Photo from October 7th. He lives east of Idaho Falls up on the sloping foothills of what's called "The Snake River Highlands." The Snake River Plain has a rather abrupt edge here. You can see it clearly not far east of here. We love looking at the geo-regional geographical context of this topographical reality.
Roger lives where sunsets come alive. He has all the "right stuff" to capture the pristine last light of any given day. He has the skills, the equipment, the eye, and the timing to make shots like this happen.
When we look upon a sunset photo such as the one above, we simply look in awe. You could put a little Red "X" at the bottom of the photo that would say "we are here."
We can't see these sunsets. Roger can. He captures them for posterity. It's awesome and amazing. He has our eternal THANKS for taking the time and trouble to put these gems out there where "the rest of us" can see them.
If it wasn't for Roger, nobody would know! Indeed.
And so it is fitting that tonight we have created a Glossary entry for Roger. For this point forward, he will simply be noted as "Roger." To learn about him you will have to go to the Glossary. After all, Roger is Simply Roger. We salute him.
Thanks, Roger, for bringing our World alive in a way that we could otherwise never know!
Cheers! jp
Roger lives where sunsets come alive. He has all the "right stuff" to capture the pristine last light of any given day. He has the skills, the equipment, the eye, and the timing to make shots like this happen.
When we look upon a sunset photo such as the one above, we simply look in awe. You could put a little Red "X" at the bottom of the photo that would say "we are here."
We can't see these sunsets. Roger can. He captures them for posterity. It's awesome and amazing. He has our eternal THANKS for taking the time and trouble to put these gems out there where "the rest of us" can see them.
If it wasn't for Roger, nobody would know! Indeed.
And so it is fitting that tonight we have created a Glossary entry for Roger. For this point forward, he will simply be noted as "Roger." To learn about him you will have to go to the Glossary. After all, Roger is Simply Roger. We salute him.
Thanks, Roger, for bringing our World alive in a way that we could otherwise never know!
Cheers! jp
Porch Project Proceeds
Before we launch off on the Porch Project, Susun and Friend Teresa had a great outing Thursday. They drove out to what's called The Watercress Trail. It's a BLM trail and really well done. As you can see, it overlooks the Snake River downstream from Heise. They had a great time and the weather was perfect for their jaunt. Thanks, Teresa, for being "up" for such a great spontaneous and fun thing to do!
OK, The Porch Project is officially underway and making good progress. Yesterday we dug two 3+ foot deep holes about 10 inches in diameter. I've never been real "big" on digging holes in the earth and I admire badgers and other creatures that excavate holes with such obvious gusto. After finishing the holes in the early afternoon, we then went off to two rental companies and personally inspected their concrete mixers. We picked out a good one that rents for $20 a day. Next, we found the correct Simpson ties, bought two ten foot sticks of rebar and another four foot forming tube.
Today's Plan of Work begins with placing and tie-wiring the rebar into the holes. Then we'll place and anchor the form tubes. That's a real vital part of this job. If the tubes are precisely and properly aligned and perfectly plumb, things will proceed quite nicely. if the tubes aren't plumb and precise, everything unravels and the project turns into a nightmare. We prefer the former over the latter. The tubes have to be anchored really well because, as everyone knows, concrete is really heavy stuff and can easily shift an 8-inch diameter form tube out of alignment. So, the whole morning will be taken up with messing around with rebar and the tubes and so forth.
If all goes well, we will have 10 bags of concrete mix and the Simpson ties and the mixer on hand by early afternoon and then the real fun will begin. Mixing concrete is bad enough by itself. This project requires that we move the concrete from the mixer to the tubes in plastic buckets! There's no way we can lift a full bucket of concrete to the top of the tube so we're going to have to fill the buckets only half full--which means we will have to carry twice as many buckets. One way or another, we have to move at least 8 bags of mix into the tubes so we're looking at moving well over a quarter ton of raw weight today. Oh, joy, eh?
The final tricky thing of the day is the placement of the Simpson ties into the top of the tubes. If these puppies aren't aligned right, we're in deep doo-doo once the concrete sets up. There's no room for error on that part of the project.
The bright side of this process is simply this: If we do everything correct and right and proper today, then it's smooth sailing for the remainder of the project. Getting the two footers correctly placed is the hardest part of this project and easily involves the most sheer physical labor. The rest of it is work, of course, but nothing like the magnitude of messing with these holes and everything that goes in the them. Hopefully, we can finish mixing and pouring and get everything cleaned up before Happy Hour. It's against the law to mess with concrete during Happy Hour--especially a FRIDAY Happy Hour. If all goes well, we will definitely have good reason to celebrate a well-deserved TGIF this evening. Here's hoping both of our spinal systems hold up well and we don't blow out some other part(s) of our aging anatomies.
In other news from yesterday, Shelly came and picked up the smoker unit. We sure are looking forward to visiting their farm to see the kune kunes. Our Craigs List haul is now $475 and could go higher today if the 1991 Sidekick drives off into the horizon. Believe it or not, the Sidekick might be finding a new home in Atomic City! The Spudboater and Houn Dawg will probably LOL when they read the previous sentence. No other readers of this blog know anything about Atomic City. Let's put it this way, Atomic City is a local laughing stock and always on the short end of many a crude and rude joke making fun of derelict, deadend places. Click here for the wiki on Atomic City. Well, as karma would have it, the owner of the Atomic City Saloon has taken a fancy toward the Sidekick. We talked yesterday while I was in the kitchen utensil aisle of the Deseret Industries t-store. This guy is really interested but he lamented he had to keep his saloon open yesterday and couldn't come to Idaho Falls. So, shucks, I told him (his name is Phil like in the movie Groundhog Day) that since I didn't know a single soul in Atomic City that I would keep the vehicle unsold just for him because I thought it would be real nice to have a buddy out there in total CAT MOAN Country. Oh, he was so overjoyed and said I would be welcome at his saloon any time for such hospitality. He said he would be coming to town Friday morning. So, we shall see, as they say. Stay tuned on this one--it has some serious storytelling potential.
That's about it for this morning's edition of The Daily News. Cheers! jp
PS--Below are the site stats for the previous week. The numbers reflect usage since June 19, not since the blog beginning back on January 1st. It looks certain that we will top the 2,000 visitor mark this coming week, maybe even this weekend. Interestingly, duration of visit rose from 2:59 to 3:55 during the past week while average daily visitor downticked to 20 from 22. Page view averages remained essentially unchanged from last week.
OK, The Porch Project is officially underway and making good progress. Yesterday we dug two 3+ foot deep holes about 10 inches in diameter. I've never been real "big" on digging holes in the earth and I admire badgers and other creatures that excavate holes with such obvious gusto. After finishing the holes in the early afternoon, we then went off to two rental companies and personally inspected their concrete mixers. We picked out a good one that rents for $20 a day. Next, we found the correct Simpson ties, bought two ten foot sticks of rebar and another four foot forming tube.
Today's Plan of Work begins with placing and tie-wiring the rebar into the holes. Then we'll place and anchor the form tubes. That's a real vital part of this job. If the tubes are precisely and properly aligned and perfectly plumb, things will proceed quite nicely. if the tubes aren't plumb and precise, everything unravels and the project turns into a nightmare. We prefer the former over the latter. The tubes have to be anchored really well because, as everyone knows, concrete is really heavy stuff and can easily shift an 8-inch diameter form tube out of alignment. So, the whole morning will be taken up with messing around with rebar and the tubes and so forth.
If all goes well, we will have 10 bags of concrete mix and the Simpson ties and the mixer on hand by early afternoon and then the real fun will begin. Mixing concrete is bad enough by itself. This project requires that we move the concrete from the mixer to the tubes in plastic buckets! There's no way we can lift a full bucket of concrete to the top of the tube so we're going to have to fill the buckets only half full--which means we will have to carry twice as many buckets. One way or another, we have to move at least 8 bags of mix into the tubes so we're looking at moving well over a quarter ton of raw weight today. Oh, joy, eh?
The final tricky thing of the day is the placement of the Simpson ties into the top of the tubes. If these puppies aren't aligned right, we're in deep doo-doo once the concrete sets up. There's no room for error on that part of the project.
The bright side of this process is simply this: If we do everything correct and right and proper today, then it's smooth sailing for the remainder of the project. Getting the two footers correctly placed is the hardest part of this project and easily involves the most sheer physical labor. The rest of it is work, of course, but nothing like the magnitude of messing with these holes and everything that goes in the them. Hopefully, we can finish mixing and pouring and get everything cleaned up before Happy Hour. It's against the law to mess with concrete during Happy Hour--especially a FRIDAY Happy Hour. If all goes well, we will definitely have good reason to celebrate a well-deserved TGIF this evening. Here's hoping both of our spinal systems hold up well and we don't blow out some other part(s) of our aging anatomies.
In other news from yesterday, Shelly came and picked up the smoker unit. We sure are looking forward to visiting their farm to see the kune kunes. Our Craigs List haul is now $475 and could go higher today if the 1991 Sidekick drives off into the horizon. Believe it or not, the Sidekick might be finding a new home in Atomic City! The Spudboater and Houn Dawg will probably LOL when they read the previous sentence. No other readers of this blog know anything about Atomic City. Let's put it this way, Atomic City is a local laughing stock and always on the short end of many a crude and rude joke making fun of derelict, deadend places. Click here for the wiki on Atomic City. Well, as karma would have it, the owner of the Atomic City Saloon has taken a fancy toward the Sidekick. We talked yesterday while I was in the kitchen utensil aisle of the Deseret Industries t-store. This guy is really interested but he lamented he had to keep his saloon open yesterday and couldn't come to Idaho Falls. So, shucks, I told him (his name is Phil like in the movie Groundhog Day) that since I didn't know a single soul in Atomic City that I would keep the vehicle unsold just for him because I thought it would be real nice to have a buddy out there in total CAT MOAN Country. Oh, he was so overjoyed and said I would be welcome at his saloon any time for such hospitality. He said he would be coming to town Friday morning. So, we shall see, as they say. Stay tuned on this one--it has some serious storytelling potential.
That's about it for this morning's edition of The Daily News. Cheers! jp
PS--Below are the site stats for the previous week. The numbers reflect usage since June 19, not since the blog beginning back on January 1st. It looks certain that we will top the 2,000 visitor mark this coming week, maybe even this weekend. Interestingly, duration of visit rose from 2:59 to 3:55 during the past week while average daily visitor downticked to 20 from 22. Page view averages remained essentially unchanged from last week.
Visits
Total ........................ 1,958
Average per Day ................. 20
Average Visit Length .......... 3:55
This Week ...................... 141
Page Views
Total ........................ 3,549
Average per Day ................. 37
Average per Visit .............. 1.8
This Week ...................... 258PPS--As you can see from the comment below, it has been suggested that we go posthaste to the saloon there in Atomic City.
Well, I'm sure it won't look too different from the one shown below.
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