Wow, I can't imagine two more perfect sides to my internal argument about moving than the first 2 comments to yesterdays post. I'll stick to given handles in reference...
Fuzzy Tales expresses my desire to move to a better place. There are things I don't like here. Some of those things would be very difficult to fix and leveling the annoying english ivy-covered ridge is not a simple task. I can't get rid of the stairs to the basement, and some days I have to walk carefully down them. There is something that often gets stiff in my left knee at the bone. I want a house easier to get around in. I may only be 64, but I won't be getting any younger. The stairs will get more problematic in the next decade. That possible new house doesn't have to mean "fancier", just "more suited to me".
But Megan makes the argument in the other side of my head. I like much of where I am and I do not like change. I live on a dead end street, so there is little traffic. It is quiet here, and I like that. I am separated from one neighbor by a drainage easement and the orientation of our houses are relatively far apart. On the other side, the neighbor is practically non-existent, and that is fine with me.
I'm not not quite a hermit, but privacy is good. I'm friendly to talk to to and helpful when asked. But I'm reminded of something I read about Daniel Boone in the frontier days when he noticed smoke from the chimney of a new house across the valley and decided it was time to move because it was "getting crowded". There is a difference between "alone" and "lonely". I don't feel "lonely" here.
I expect I can find a place I would like slightly better than this one. And again, not bigger or fancier, just "better". But slightly more suited comes with a lot of effort. I have contacted a moving company to give me an estimate of "what you see is what you pack and move" and I have contacted a Buyer's Agent, who according to what I have read, represents ME in the house-buying process.
It will be interesting to see where this goes. I have to admit that, if I could just show someone the house and just say "move it" that would be a great relief (at a cost). I don't think I can do it on my own. Then I could choose how much to do on my own. And if I have an agent representing ME in a purchase, that takes a lot of worry off my mind too. What I've read about a Buyer Agent suggests that I would save more than the cost.
When I sat down at a table to sign the contract on this house there were 6 lawyers sitting at the other end just daring me to ask any questions. They knew what they were doing, and I didn't. They didn't want me to read the contract (I did anyway - mostly), and whenever I asked a question it was either "that's the law" or they all asked a bunch of questions back at me.
But there was was no one on MY side. I won't do that again! I will have an expert on MY side of the table who knows how to read the contract and who represents ME and not the seller.
I look forward to hearing from several moving company (highly rated ones from Angie's List). This move might actually happen sometime in the next year... After 27 years, I can hardly imagine it.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
To Move Or Not To Move
Every couple of years, I get an urge to move. I've lived here since 1986. I go through the same procedure. Contact some random real estate agent in possible areas in Maryland, ask about available houses that might meet my desires, then give up and stay here.
I'm not doing it for the fun of it. I analyze things reasonably well. The equation is that the problems I want to leave behind are just about equal the the time, cost, and trouble of moving. Staying in place just seems easier.
I keep coming up with lists and evaluating the lists is all subjective. If they were numbers, the additions and subtractions would come out about "zero". For example:
1. I'm getting older so I'd like not to have stairs. But spread-out 1 floor houses are more expensive.
2. I'd like a open style house with 3' walls. But that means everything has to stay clean.
3. An open style house give more appearance of space. But then there are few walls to put tall things up against.
4. My gardening here is shaded too much by neighbors' trees, but a larger open yard costs more.
5. My D-I-Y home improvement work over the years has not exactly been terrible, but not admirable either. I can live with it a lot better than I could sell it to someone else.
6. The things I dislike about the yard would be nice to escape. But most of them also fixable.
7. I know this house so intimately. I can walk around here in the dark. In a new house, it would take a year of turning on all the lights at night just to find the bathroom.
8. Speaking of knowing the house, I knew last year that there was a problem with the A/C just by a slight change in the pitch of the sound.
9. After 27 years, I have found about the best place for EVERYTHING! I can't imagine how long that would take in a new house.
10. The cats know how not to get lost here. That stands by itself as seriously important. On the other hand, I kept Tinkerbelle inside for a month before I let her out on a harness/leash every day for a few weeks and she didn't get lost.
11. I'm used to this place and the structures. Like the 2 sheds. They fit everything perfectly. But there isn't anything here I can't replicate on a new property. And a new larger one would be nicer than 2 old ones.
12. My garage is so tight that I have only 6" on each side as I pull in. That seems like a lot more than it is. Naturally, I don't do that fast. And I've managed to get some white garage paint on every car I've ever owned. I could live with a larger garage.
13. Living here 27 years also means I have long-standing relationships with a Dr, a Dentist, a Barber, etc. I know where every store is. The butchers and wineshops know me. One special orders my favorite wine jusy for me. Giving that up is hard.
But almost all of those statements could be reversed. A new house means new possibilities for better arrangements. No stairs would be easier in the coming years. An open lot would let me apply the things I've learned about gardening to a new space. I might find that a new house arrangement is much easier to move around in. There is some excitement in designing new flowerbeds. The cats might love the extra yard space and new places to explore. Unlike when moving here, dead broke with my bank account flat-lined, I have money now (not much D-I-Y work needed). And unlike when I moved here in my first house and didn't recognize the cheap, cheating ways of my builder, I have some experience in evaluating an existing house or especially one being built new.
There are other issues. I could have a solar energy roof and a geothermal heating/cooling system. I could start with extreme energy-efficient appliances. In short, I could go from 27 years ago to up-to-date all at once, and probably good enough for the rest of my independent life. At some cost and a lot of effort...
So it's "familiarity" versus "excitement", "no effort to stay here" versus "much work in moving".
So I'm asking of those of you who have moved and liked the decision, and those of you who have chosen not to moved and liked the decision, what do you think? What did you like about your decision to move or not move. Both decisions are valid, and I'm stuck between them.
I don't often ask for help in making my decisions, but I'm really on the bubble and could use some thoughts.
I'm not doing it for the fun of it. I analyze things reasonably well. The equation is that the problems I want to leave behind are just about equal the the time, cost, and trouble of moving. Staying in place just seems easier.
I keep coming up with lists and evaluating the lists is all subjective. If they were numbers, the additions and subtractions would come out about "zero". For example:
1. I'm getting older so I'd like not to have stairs. But spread-out 1 floor houses are more expensive.
2. I'd like a open style house with 3' walls. But that means everything has to stay clean.
3. An open style house give more appearance of space. But then there are few walls to put tall things up against.
4. My gardening here is shaded too much by neighbors' trees, but a larger open yard costs more.
5. My D-I-Y home improvement work over the years has not exactly been terrible, but not admirable either. I can live with it a lot better than I could sell it to someone else.
6. The things I dislike about the yard would be nice to escape. But most of them also fixable.
7. I know this house so intimately. I can walk around here in the dark. In a new house, it would take a year of turning on all the lights at night just to find the bathroom.
8. Speaking of knowing the house, I knew last year that there was a problem with the A/C just by a slight change in the pitch of the sound.
9. After 27 years, I have found about the best place for EVERYTHING! I can't imagine how long that would take in a new house.
10. The cats know how not to get lost here. That stands by itself as seriously important. On the other hand, I kept Tinkerbelle inside for a month before I let her out on a harness/leash every day for a few weeks and she didn't get lost.
11. I'm used to this place and the structures. Like the 2 sheds. They fit everything perfectly. But there isn't anything here I can't replicate on a new property. And a new larger one would be nicer than 2 old ones.
12. My garage is so tight that I have only 6" on each side as I pull in. That seems like a lot more than it is. Naturally, I don't do that fast. And I've managed to get some white garage paint on every car I've ever owned. I could live with a larger garage.
13. Living here 27 years also means I have long-standing relationships with a Dr, a Dentist, a Barber, etc. I know where every store is. The butchers and wineshops know me. One special orders my favorite wine jusy for me. Giving that up is hard.
But almost all of those statements could be reversed. A new house means new possibilities for better arrangements. No stairs would be easier in the coming years. An open lot would let me apply the things I've learned about gardening to a new space. I might find that a new house arrangement is much easier to move around in. There is some excitement in designing new flowerbeds. The cats might love the extra yard space and new places to explore. Unlike when moving here, dead broke with my bank account flat-lined, I have money now (not much D-I-Y work needed). And unlike when I moved here in my first house and didn't recognize the cheap, cheating ways of my builder, I have some experience in evaluating an existing house or especially one being built new.
There are other issues. I could have a solar energy roof and a geothermal heating/cooling system. I could start with extreme energy-efficient appliances. In short, I could go from 27 years ago to up-to-date all at once, and probably good enough for the rest of my independent life. At some cost and a lot of effort...
So it's "familiarity" versus "excitement", "no effort to stay here" versus "much work in moving".
So I'm asking of those of you who have moved and liked the decision, and those of you who have chosen not to moved and liked the decision, what do you think? What did you like about your decision to move or not move. Both decisions are valid, and I'm stuck between them.
I don't often ask for help in making my decisions, but I'm really on the bubble and could use some thoughts.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Swamp Yard
OK, the lower front yard lawn has been sinking the past 20 years. It was originally an erosion gully and I had it filled 20 years ago. I had an entire dumptruck of regular yard soil added there and I spent a week spreading it out. But it has sunk over the years and any rain collects in there; its a swamp now. I dug a trench from there to the street drain, but it always fills up with tree debris and gets blocked.
I need more soil. But how much? Well, I'm going to set up stakes with strings on them at the level that seems best. I'll measure severel places under the strings to estimate the soil needed. I am good at geometry. Then I'll add 50% for packing the soil down a bit. Not too packed, but it has to be packed enough to resist just being washed away in storms until new grass grows. And a bit too high would be better than too low. After all, too low IS the problem.
I'm tired of half the front lawn being squishy to walk on for days after every rain (and unmowable). Last year, I thought the drainage ditch I dug would solve the problem. It doesn't. Time for a more permanent solution.
I need more soil. But how much? Well, I'm going to set up stakes with strings on them at the level that seems best. I'll measure severel places under the strings to estimate the soil needed. I am good at geometry. Then I'll add 50% for packing the soil down a bit. Not too packed, but it has to be packed enough to resist just being washed away in storms until new grass grows. And a bit too high would be better than too low. After all, too low IS the problem.
I'm tired of half the front lawn being squishy to walk on for days after every rain (and unmowable). Last year, I thought the drainage ditch I dug would solve the problem. It doesn't. Time for a more permanent solution.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
A Difficult Subject
A botched execution by lethal injection of a condemned convict has been in the news lately. I'm not going to discuss that. But my thoughts turned to the chemicals used to humanely euthanize our pets. I thought they were the same chemicals.
Most internet searches suggest that they are (some listed other chemicals that are used). It is difficult to tell how up-to-date these articles are because sites discussing the subject seldom have publication dates. The news reports about the botched lethal injection stated that the chemicals previously used are no longer produced (one article I read, and lost track of, carefully said "for US prison executions"). If they are not available for executing convicts, then are they available for our pets?
I am worried that the routinely most humane pet euthanasia protocol has been eliminated by the concerns over the ethics of human lethal injection execution. I worry about the future of humane pet euthanasia...
I have personal experience. My cat, Skeeter, was euthanized in 2008 in the extremity of kidney failure. I was there. He was sedated and then administered a dose of sodium thiopental while I held his head and looked into his eyes. The vet was listening to his heart. 5 seconds later, he said "he's gone", but listened another 30 seconds to be absolutely sure. Not a twitch or eye movement. I was so grateful for the ease of his passing.
So what happens now for our dear pet friends if there is no sodium thiopental? Or is it still produced for veterinary use? I can't find the answer on the internet. And I want to know.
I'm not worried about my cats right now. The oldest is only 6. I'm sure the future will bring forth better chemicals for the sad need of pet euthanasia. But some cats are older and I know that many are euthanized every day.
What of them, now?
It disturbs me to raise this question. But the need for an answer is strong. If the best chemicals for humane euthanasia are no longer available, what IS being used now? And if not the BEST chemicals to free our dear furrends from difficult painful lingering ends, WHY NOT?
Most internet searches suggest that they are (some listed other chemicals that are used). It is difficult to tell how up-to-date these articles are because sites discussing the subject seldom have publication dates. The news reports about the botched lethal injection stated that the chemicals previously used are no longer produced (one article I read, and lost track of, carefully said "for US prison executions"). If they are not available for executing convicts, then are they available for our pets?
I am worried that the routinely most humane pet euthanasia protocol has been eliminated by the concerns over the ethics of human lethal injection execution. I worry about the future of humane pet euthanasia...
I have personal experience. My cat, Skeeter, was euthanized in 2008 in the extremity of kidney failure. I was there. He was sedated and then administered a dose of sodium thiopental while I held his head and looked into his eyes. The vet was listening to his heart. 5 seconds later, he said "he's gone", but listened another 30 seconds to be absolutely sure. Not a twitch or eye movement. I was so grateful for the ease of his passing.
So what happens now for our dear pet friends if there is no sodium thiopental? Or is it still produced for veterinary use? I can't find the answer on the internet. And I want to know.
I'm not worried about my cats right now. The oldest is only 6. I'm sure the future will bring forth better chemicals for the sad need of pet euthanasia. But some cats are older and I know that many are euthanized every day.
What of them, now?
It disturbs me to raise this question. But the need for an answer is strong. If the best chemicals for humane euthanasia are no longer available, what IS being used now? And if not the BEST chemicals to free our dear furrends from difficult painful lingering ends, WHY NOT?
Monday, April 28, 2014
Comedy Time
I love telephone spammers, I really do. They are endless sources of amusement.
Don't get me wrong, I don't love them for what they do. I would rather they all went to a Dante-ish low circle of hell. But they don't threaten ME, so I sometimes torture them a bit to make sure they get some punishment here on Earth.
I have mey telephone set to Robonomo (check it out, its great, most commercial calls go away after one ring). But some get through. So today I got a call about my credit card. The scammer had the last 4 digits of my card (the public part) and nothing else, so I knew it was scam.
I am reconstructing the conversation as accurately as I can, but I need to mention that I had been up about 42+ hours (noon to midnight to midnight to almost noon, so I WAS in rare form and at my finest. Actually the rarest of events when "staircase wit" is in real time... It sure doesn't happen often in life, but today was the day!
Spammer is in red, I'm green.
Ring ring
Hello.
Silence
Start talking!!!
Hello, I'm from Chase.
I knew it was a spam right there, so off we went. What are you chasing?
Not chasing, sir. I am calling about a problem with a Chase credit card.
I have a Chase credit card?
Yes, sir, ending in xxxx.
What is the problem? Did I lose it?
No, there has been a questionable transaction and we need some information.
Now at this point, I usually just hang up of course, but I was annoyable, revved up from being on the computer playing Scrabble, and feeling a bit mean. So...
Do tell!
Yes sir, and we need you to confirm your credit card number.
What do you want me to confirm?
Your credit card number.
You have provided no information to "confirm" (air quote inflection) . "Conformation" means you give me information to agree with.
I have used that line before.
Um, I mean I need you to reply with the other digits of your credit card so that we know who we are speaking to.
Well, why don't you give me the middle digits so I know who *I* am speaking to?
Oh we can't do that, it might compromise the card number security!
Well, if you are from Chase, then you have my email address and gif security picture?
Yes, sir.
So you know it is a golf club?
(it isn't)
Yes Sir!
Well, why don't you just tell me some other digits of my card number? After all, if I know the golf club image is my security gif, then I must be the person you think you hope you might have reached, right?
Um...
You actually sound like an intelligent person. Why don't you have a real job? But anyway, if you wanted to scam me better, why didn't you call about Mom's respirator payment being late.
Well, that's part of the transaction I am calling about...
(Mom died 4 years ago)
I need more talented scammers. Please call back when you find one!
I'm not perfect. After that I just laughed at the guy, telling him he was SO incompetent that he should throw himself on a funeral pyre of his own construction before his boss did it for him.
OK, I ran out of clever thoughts by then and just hung up... But I was pretty pleased with myself by that point. Everyone deserves that one perfect time when they say everything right... And today was mine!
I bet I couldn't do that on a full night's sleep...
Don't get me wrong, I don't love them for what they do. I would rather they all went to a Dante-ish low circle of hell. But they don't threaten ME, so I sometimes torture them a bit to make sure they get some punishment here on Earth.
I have mey telephone set to Robonomo (check it out, its great, most commercial calls go away after one ring). But some get through. So today I got a call about my credit card. The scammer had the last 4 digits of my card (the public part) and nothing else, so I knew it was scam.
I am reconstructing the conversation as accurately as I can, but I need to mention that I had been up about 42+ hours (noon to midnight to midnight to almost noon, so I WAS in rare form and at my finest. Actually the rarest of events when "staircase wit" is in real time... It sure doesn't happen often in life, but today was the day!
Spammer is in red, I'm green.
Ring ring
Hello.
Silence
Start talking!!!
Hello, I'm from Chase.
I knew it was a spam right there, so off we went. What are you chasing?
Not chasing, sir. I am calling about a problem with a Chase credit card.
I have a Chase credit card?
Yes, sir, ending in xxxx.
What is the problem? Did I lose it?
No, there has been a questionable transaction and we need some information.
Now at this point, I usually just hang up of course, but I was annoyable, revved up from being on the computer playing Scrabble, and feeling a bit mean. So...
Do tell!
Yes sir, and we need you to confirm your credit card number.
What do you want me to confirm?
Your credit card number.
You have provided no information to "confirm" (air quote inflection) . "Conformation" means you give me information to agree with.
I have used that line before.
Um, I mean I need you to reply with the other digits of your credit card so that we know who we are speaking to.
Well, why don't you give me the middle digits so I know who *I* am speaking to?
Oh we can't do that, it might compromise the card number security!
Well, if you are from Chase, then you have my email address and gif security picture?
Yes, sir.
So you know it is a golf club?
(it isn't)
Yes Sir!
Well, why don't you just tell me some other digits of my card number? After all, if I know the golf club image is my security gif, then I must be the person you think you hope you might have reached, right?
Um...
You actually sound like an intelligent person. Why don't you have a real job? But anyway, if you wanted to scam me better, why didn't you call about Mom's respirator payment being late.
Well, that's part of the transaction I am calling about...
(Mom died 4 years ago)
I need more talented scammers. Please call back when you find one!
I'm not perfect. After that I just laughed at the guy, telling him he was SO incompetent that he should throw himself on a funeral pyre of his own construction before his boss did it for him.
OK, I ran out of clever thoughts by then and just hung up... But I was pretty pleased with myself by that point. Everyone deserves that one perfect time when they say everything right... And today was mine!
I bet I couldn't do that on a full night's sleep...
Saturday, April 26, 2014
More Garden Work
Well, after the first 2 sessions pulling up and cutting the garden path carpet, I attacked it again today after a day's rest. Fortunately, I got better at it as I went along. I scraped soil and vines off the top, used my flat spade to cut along the edges, wore leather gloves to make it easier to pull vines loose, and also used the spade to slide under the carpet to pry it up loose from roots.
I finished the carpet removal today (well, there is some left but it is outside of my project area). As in all projects, you get good at the hardest parts by the time you are done. I should mention the spade. Years ago, I found an all metal spade for sale and bought one. The first one bent and the seller was shocked but replaced it as having a defect. The replacement has lasted 15 years or so and seems indestructable. I love using it!
And I should also mention that, yeah, I could hire some guys to do this work. I could afford it, and if I found the right people, they might even do the job better. But the point is to actually do the work myself. Meaning no disrespect, but following the very good logic of hiring people to do gardening work, I should just shop at the grocery stores and farmers markets. But I mostly garden for the pleasure of the effort (even when sometimes the effort seems overwhelming) because the harvest is more satisfying.
I don't garden to save money. It is nearly impossible to beat a commercial farm for efficiency of cost. But I have never been able to buy a Cherokee Purple or Brandywine tomato that tasted as good as one straight from the garden. And the same is true of much corn and other crops. Some crops, I can't find anywhere.
And I have to have something productive to do. I suppose that if I wasn't gardening, I would be building birdhouses, raising tropical fish, or constructing string art. Something...
My preference is to grow things. And that takes WORK! This garden enclosure is likely to be one of the last major yard projects (I do still want to renovate my 8' circular fish pond too). So doing this before I get too old to try is important.
I'm being careful. I do hard work for 15-30 minutes and I stop for an hour to rest. I have a good sense of "how much is too much". I have always avoided "work til you drop". In a way, that is just showing off, and it is risky.
Projects aren't competitions. They are goals with purposes. My purpose in this project is to establish a limited, well-organized gardening area free of squirrel, groundhog, and rabbit destruction.
I have thought about how to change my existing 8'x3' beds into the longer (more efficient) 16"x4' beds. Dreams are wonderful things. I woke up suddenly a couple nights ago realizing that the two 4'x4' beds were exactly within the space I needed for the first 16'x4' bed. I just need to dig/chop out the tree saplings and fading 20 year old rose bushes for one and pot up the herbs from the other (for later replanting).
Then I can build the first (of three) 16'x4' frame around them and start transferring soil from the other 8'x3' beds to that one. Then I can break apart those old frames (of the emptied beds) and build the other two 16'x4' framed beds. Those framed beds will need new soil (I will have used up most all my existing soil in the 1st framed bed).
When the beds are built and filled, I can construct the enclosed structure around them (he said with unsupported confidence, LOL!). That part should be a lot easier...
And I figure I have about 2 weeks to do that before planting season gets too late. Wish me luck!
I finished the carpet removal today (well, there is some left but it is outside of my project area). As in all projects, you get good at the hardest parts by the time you are done. I should mention the spade. Years ago, I found an all metal spade for sale and bought one. The first one bent and the seller was shocked but replaced it as having a defect. The replacement has lasted 15 years or so and seems indestructable. I love using it!
And I should also mention that, yeah, I could hire some guys to do this work. I could afford it, and if I found the right people, they might even do the job better. But the point is to actually do the work myself. Meaning no disrespect, but following the very good logic of hiring people to do gardening work, I should just shop at the grocery stores and farmers markets. But I mostly garden for the pleasure of the effort (even when sometimes the effort seems overwhelming) because the harvest is more satisfying.
I don't garden to save money. It is nearly impossible to beat a commercial farm for efficiency of cost. But I have never been able to buy a Cherokee Purple or Brandywine tomato that tasted as good as one straight from the garden. And the same is true of much corn and other crops. Some crops, I can't find anywhere.
And I have to have something productive to do. I suppose that if I wasn't gardening, I would be building birdhouses, raising tropical fish, or constructing string art. Something...
My preference is to grow things. And that takes WORK! This garden enclosure is likely to be one of the last major yard projects (I do still want to renovate my 8' circular fish pond too). So doing this before I get too old to try is important.
I'm being careful. I do hard work for 15-30 minutes and I stop for an hour to rest. I have a good sense of "how much is too much". I have always avoided "work til you drop". In a way, that is just showing off, and it is risky.
Projects aren't competitions. They are goals with purposes. My purpose in this project is to establish a limited, well-organized gardening area free of squirrel, groundhog, and rabbit destruction.
I have thought about how to change my existing 8'x3' beds into the longer (more efficient) 16"x4' beds. Dreams are wonderful things. I woke up suddenly a couple nights ago realizing that the two 4'x4' beds were exactly within the space I needed for the first 16'x4' bed. I just need to dig/chop out the tree saplings and fading 20 year old rose bushes for one and pot up the herbs from the other (for later replanting).
Then I can build the first (of three) 16'x4' frame around them and start transferring soil from the other 8'x3' beds to that one. Then I can break apart those old frames (of the emptied beds) and build the other two 16'x4' framed beds. Those framed beds will need new soil (I will have used up most all my existing soil in the 1st framed bed).
When the beds are built and filled, I can construct the enclosed structure around them (he said with unsupported confidence, LOL!). That part should be a lot easier...
And I figure I have about 2 weeks to do that before planting season gets too late. Wish me luck!
Friday, April 25, 2014
Dad's Birthday
Dad is 92 today. He doesn't know it (he thinks he is over a 100 now). I'm pretty sure he doesn't know who *I* am most times. I sent him a hand made card. And a letter. About all I can do these days.
He moved in with me 2 years ago. I was able to take care of him for a year. It was good in some ways, not so good in others, but I did what I could. It was the first time I took care of another person in that way.
I got used to making traditional meals (separate meats and standard vegetables every day precisely at 6 pm and sandwiches at Noon). Going to bed at traditional times. Watching traditional TV. We watched more of his favorite old 1960's TV shows than I knew were available. And he complained about THOSE!
It was horrible... But it was only a year. Still, it was a loooooong year. I'm glad I did it. Its the kind of thing you only have to do once (and should) and once is enough. I wouldn't want to do it again though. I hope you understand.
Dad was not too bad at first, but fell apart fast. The first month, he could walk around the yard looking at the flowers and the garden. The last month, he saw "things" in the yard and people wandering around in it and he wasn't sure where he was. I know that, sometimes, he wasn't sure who *I* was.
Today he is being cared for by professionals who guide him to his meals, get him in front of a TV, change his 'depends' and probably do more things for him than I want to know about.
Happy Birthday Dad, where ever you think you are and whatever you can remember... I hope you think that Mom is in the next room and you will be talking to her soon. I can only hope you have some good memory of the day...
He moved in with me 2 years ago. I was able to take care of him for a year. It was good in some ways, not so good in others, but I did what I could. It was the first time I took care of another person in that way.
I got used to making traditional meals (separate meats and standard vegetables every day precisely at 6 pm and sandwiches at Noon). Going to bed at traditional times. Watching traditional TV. We watched more of his favorite old 1960's TV shows than I knew were available. And he complained about THOSE!
It was horrible... But it was only a year. Still, it was a loooooong year. I'm glad I did it. Its the kind of thing you only have to do once (and should) and once is enough. I wouldn't want to do it again though. I hope you understand.
Dad was not too bad at first, but fell apart fast. The first month, he could walk around the yard looking at the flowers and the garden. The last month, he saw "things" in the yard and people wandering around in it and he wasn't sure where he was. I know that, sometimes, he wasn't sure who *I* was.
Today he is being cared for by professionals who guide him to his meals, get him in front of a TV, change his 'depends' and probably do more things for him than I want to know about.
Happy Birthday Dad, where ever you think you are and whatever you can remember... I hope you think that Mom is in the next room and you will be talking to her soon. I can only hope you have some good memory of the day...
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Garden Renovation
I'm having some doubts about my plan to rebuild the garden with new beds and enclosing the space in chicken wire! Everything I think I need to do first has something else to do before that. You may recall that I took apart the frames from two 4'x4' beds a few days ago.
Well, when I went out today to start to dig out an old tree and some brambles in one of them, I realized that I had to remove the carpet in the paths between them (and between ALL the framed beds first. Digging out a old tree (mostly just roots with persistent suckers I have been trying to kill for 10 years) takes more room than just the 4x4 frame removed.
Why did I have carpeting between the framed beds? Well, as the guy who jumped into the cactus patch said "It seemed like a good idea at the time". But seriously, it DID seem like a good idea 20 years ago. I had just switched from carpet to wood floors, I had all this leftover carpet, I was building framed beds with muddy weedy paths, and smothering the weeds with the leftover carpet seemed like a good idea. I even put black plastic sheeting under the carpet so weeds couldn't grow through the carpet.
Weeds are astonishingly determined...
The carpet is nearly impossible to pull up. It is in 3' wide paths, and 2 decades of vines have sent roots into the plastic below and the carpet above. Not above the carpet (even weeds and vines have limits). But the roots interlock, and they do best at the edges. Yanking the carpet up was like pulling old plywood siding off walls by hand. It was inch by inch prying it up with several tools.
And it was HEAVY! I finally had to cut through it every 4' and the cutting did not go easily. You would think that 20 year old carpet would just fall apart. No way! I have an old carpet knife my Dad made back in the early 50s (seriously, he worked in a machine shop at the time and made stuff like that "for fun") and I keep it sharp (it is VERY useful for many things). Its curved like a 5" scimitar.
Even using THAT every 4' of carpet took hard work. And the pieces of carpet seem to weigh a ton! There is inches of soil attached from plant roots, the carpet is wet and carpet is heavier than you may think. Its all 40 lbs of dead weight. I pick it up and it sags all over. I finally learned to fold it in 3rds to carry it to a place to pile it up (where I will use the riding lawn mower and a tow cart to bring it to the hauling trailer so I can bring it too the landfill.
It took 3 hours to pull half of the carpet up. It was 6pm, so I stopped to go inside and make dinner. That's when the hand cramps started! I live a life of general activity punctuated with intense activity (like today) and muscle cramps are not new to me. But these were bad.
Everytime I clenched my hand (however lightly) around a knife handle and tried to open a bottle or jar, my left hand muscles seized up painfully until I massaged them few minutes. That lasted for about 5 minutes until the next cramp. Then the right hand started...
I either have to do less physical work or more. I think I'll try more. And more regularly!
But the point is that there is a LOT more to this project than I realized at first. There are tree roots (from neighbor trees) under the carpet paths, there are evil vines. And I still have to dig up the tree stump an suckers from that one 4x4 bed and dig out the brambles and roses I don't want in the garden. This could take a couple of weeks, and I'm not 40 anymore.
I might have to adapt my plan to do half this Spring and the rest next Fall.
Well, when I went out today to start to dig out an old tree and some brambles in one of them, I realized that I had to remove the carpet in the paths between them (and between ALL the framed beds first. Digging out a old tree (mostly just roots with persistent suckers I have been trying to kill for 10 years) takes more room than just the 4x4 frame removed.
Why did I have carpeting between the framed beds? Well, as the guy who jumped into the cactus patch said "It seemed like a good idea at the time". But seriously, it DID seem like a good idea 20 years ago. I had just switched from carpet to wood floors, I had all this leftover carpet, I was building framed beds with muddy weedy paths, and smothering the weeds with the leftover carpet seemed like a good idea. I even put black plastic sheeting under the carpet so weeds couldn't grow through the carpet.
Weeds are astonishingly determined...
The carpet is nearly impossible to pull up. It is in 3' wide paths, and 2 decades of vines have sent roots into the plastic below and the carpet above. Not above the carpet (even weeds and vines have limits). But the roots interlock, and they do best at the edges. Yanking the carpet up was like pulling old plywood siding off walls by hand. It was inch by inch prying it up with several tools.
And it was HEAVY! I finally had to cut through it every 4' and the cutting did not go easily. You would think that 20 year old carpet would just fall apart. No way! I have an old carpet knife my Dad made back in the early 50s (seriously, he worked in a machine shop at the time and made stuff like that "for fun") and I keep it sharp (it is VERY useful for many things). Its curved like a 5" scimitar.
Even using THAT every 4' of carpet took hard work. And the pieces of carpet seem to weigh a ton! There is inches of soil attached from plant roots, the carpet is wet and carpet is heavier than you may think. Its all 40 lbs of dead weight. I pick it up and it sags all over. I finally learned to fold it in 3rds to carry it to a place to pile it up (where I will use the riding lawn mower and a tow cart to bring it to the hauling trailer so I can bring it too the landfill.
It took 3 hours to pull half of the carpet up. It was 6pm, so I stopped to go inside and make dinner. That's when the hand cramps started! I live a life of general activity punctuated with intense activity (like today) and muscle cramps are not new to me. But these were bad.
Everytime I clenched my hand (however lightly) around a knife handle and tried to open a bottle or jar, my left hand muscles seized up painfully until I massaged them few minutes. That lasted for about 5 minutes until the next cramp. Then the right hand started...
I either have to do less physical work or more. I think I'll try more. And more regularly!
But the point is that there is a LOT more to this project than I realized at first. There are tree roots (from neighbor trees) under the carpet paths, there are evil vines. And I still have to dig up the tree stump an suckers from that one 4x4 bed and dig out the brambles and roses I don't want in the garden. This could take a couple of weeks, and I'm not 40 anymore.
I might have to adapt my plan to do half this Spring and the rest next Fall.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Destructo-Man!
Well, before I can rebuild the beds in the garden, the existing ones have to come out. I've been avoiding that. I hate to take things apart. But after 28 years, that's what I need to do with the old garden beds, the deck, etc.
So I started on the easy parts. Not the easiest to tear apart, but the ones I felt least invested with. The tree and rose box went first. I've glad I have a few serious crowbars. The 2' one worked best. It was heavy enough to swing through the vines and brambles to get them out of the way, but thin enough to wedge between the screwed 2"x4" boards.
Could I have simply unscrewed the boards? Maybe, but after over 20 years, there probably wasn't much screwhead to grab. Wedging seemed easier. They are just going to a landfill anyway. So I got two 4'x4' boxes pulled apart just to see how hard it might be.
Easy-peasy...
I cut down the 6" wire trellis remesh a couple weeks ago to force myself to continue the project. And the old 4"x4" posts that held up the trellis broke with just a little pushing. Heck, one post was only standing because I pounded in a pipe next to it and put long screws through the pipe into the post. I can see that the 2'x32' box under the removed trellis will be easy enough to tear apart too. Well, yeah, if you need to force yourself to continue a project, tear out the useful parts first. After that, you either have to rebuilt them or continue.
Next step is to see how hard it is to cut through tree roots above ground and remove them. I can chop them with an axe near the fence line and then wedge them up. I have to do that because above-ground tree roots would not allow me to build new level framed beds otherwise. I sure wish I was 35 again!!! Removing those tree roots is going to take a whole day at 63.
But when those roots are removed, I can take apart the remaining existing framed beds. They will come apart easily; they are barely hanging together as it is.
Then I need to move all the existing soil. I'm not looking forward to that. I have to move it to SOMEWHERE outside of the new site because its good soil and I want to move it back to the new beds I'll build when the site is cleared and leveled. The hard part is that I am basically going to be digging up all my garden soil, dumping it on a HUGE tarp, then digging it up again after the new beds are built.
I'm serious about thinking it might be easier to just move and start fresh. But then there would be all that packing in the house. And yes, it would be cheaper to just buy fresh produce for the rest of my life. But this is a HOBBY, and hobbies never save money, LOL!
Just watch, I'll do all this work and then decide to move ANYWAY...
So I started on the easy parts. Not the easiest to tear apart, but the ones I felt least invested with. The tree and rose box went first. I've glad I have a few serious crowbars. The 2' one worked best. It was heavy enough to swing through the vines and brambles to get them out of the way, but thin enough to wedge between the screwed 2"x4" boards.
Could I have simply unscrewed the boards? Maybe, but after over 20 years, there probably wasn't much screwhead to grab. Wedging seemed easier. They are just going to a landfill anyway. So I got two 4'x4' boxes pulled apart just to see how hard it might be.
Easy-peasy...
I cut down the 6" wire trellis remesh a couple weeks ago to force myself to continue the project. And the old 4"x4" posts that held up the trellis broke with just a little pushing. Heck, one post was only standing because I pounded in a pipe next to it and put long screws through the pipe into the post. I can see that the 2'x32' box under the removed trellis will be easy enough to tear apart too. Well, yeah, if you need to force yourself to continue a project, tear out the useful parts first. After that, you either have to rebuilt them or continue.
Next step is to see how hard it is to cut through tree roots above ground and remove them. I can chop them with an axe near the fence line and then wedge them up. I have to do that because above-ground tree roots would not allow me to build new level framed beds otherwise. I sure wish I was 35 again!!! Removing those tree roots is going to take a whole day at 63.
But when those roots are removed, I can take apart the remaining existing framed beds. They will come apart easily; they are barely hanging together as it is.
Then I need to move all the existing soil. I'm not looking forward to that. I have to move it to SOMEWHERE outside of the new site because its good soil and I want to move it back to the new beds I'll build when the site is cleared and leveled. The hard part is that I am basically going to be digging up all my garden soil, dumping it on a HUGE tarp, then digging it up again after the new beds are built.
I'm serious about thinking it might be easier to just move and start fresh. But then there would be all that packing in the house. And yes, it would be cheaper to just buy fresh produce for the rest of my life. But this is a HOBBY, and hobbies never save money, LOL!
Just watch, I'll do all this work and then decide to move ANYWAY...
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Grafting Tomatoes
I'd been hesitating about trying this grafting of heirloom tomato tops onto hybrid roots. The benefits seem genuine (vigorous and disease-resistant roots growing complexly-flavorful heirloom tomatoes). But it seemed complicated. Growing rootstock and heirloom tomatoes so the stem sizes matched, cutting both the stems so that the cuts matched, fastening a small soft silicon clip to hold the pieces together, creating an enclosed humidified recovery, etc.
I knew I wanted to try it, but I don't have "soft steady hands" and some of the humidifying arrangements I saw on the internet seemed elaborate, but I thought about it all for a while.
Well, it was certainly easy enough to plant enough hybrid and heirloom tomatoes for both grafting AND backups in case all the grafts failed. I found the silicon clips at several sites and ordered some a month ago. I had stumbled across a 4-shelf plant stand with a zippered plastic enclosure for keeping plants warm outside and I realized that it was a fine humidifier device if I filled the lower 3 shelves with pans of water (later).
I had a razor Exacto knife) for cutting the stems. I even had a 4" piece of wood cut at a 45 degree angle left over from the trailer work! My goodness, I had everything I needed!
So with the trailer work complete and it being a rainy day, I collected everything on the basement workbench (and after some thought through the procedures, brought a few things upstairs to a table with good light).
It seemed to me the pattern was to transplant the hybrid rootstocks from little 6-packs to individual 3" pots to allow root growth, bring them all upstairs with the silicon clips and razor blade, fill the lower plant stand shelves with pans of water, and then make sure I had enough labels for all the new grafted heirloom tops.
That's when I realized I had made a serious mistake. I hadn't examined the silicon clips carefully when the y arrived. They are an "8" shape, but with one"o" larger than the other (like a snowman bottom and a snowman head). I had assumed the larger "o" was for the tomato stems. NOPE! The clipping part was the small "o", and about as thin as pencil lead. I should have done the grafting when the tomato seedlings were about 3" high, not 9"!
So I tried something creative and resourceful. I used the larger "O" part! I eyeballed the spot on the rootstocks where the stem size matched the "O" and cut a 45 degree angle above that.
Then fit the silicon clip ofer the cut stem and slid it down to where it was snug. Made a new cut just above that. Then I eyeballed the heirloom tops ("scions") and cut below that to be careful.
Testing the fit, I cut the scion stem narrower until it "just" fit into the "O" and matched the angles snugly.
I hope that all makes sense. I used the silicon clips to measure the matching stem diameter and set them together at the matching angled cuts.
To make sure I didn't confuse the heirloom tops, I only brought one variety upstairs at a time , and made sure I had enough (and only enough) variety labels for each. Because when you cut off the tops of the rootstock tomatoes and the tops of the heirloom tomatoes, they sure look a lot the same!
The other surprise was how FAST the grafted heirloom tops just wilted!
I did not realize how FAST plants transpire. In just 15 minutes, the first grafted tops had wilted right over like cooked lettuce! The enclosed humidity and darkness of the recovery chamber is supposed to help with that. I I think I will also spray the tops several times per day. The tomato grafting sites say the grafts need about a week of darkness along with the humidity, so after I zippered the plastic cover, I tossed a sheet over the whole stand.
Wish me luck!
And the first concern is resolved. The enclosed stand with the pans of water on the other shelves caused the plastic cover to fog up within just 2 hours. So the humidity is high. And below the stand is a thick towel on a sheet of plastic so the drip won't damage the wood floor. I may not think of everything in a new project, but I sure try!
I'll have some idea about the success in a few days. If the grafted tops are more erect in a few days, it means they are receiving moisture from the roots and the graft is healing. If I recall enough from high school botany, the zylem and floem (one sends nutrients up and the other down) will be working and the connection between rootstock and scion top will be solid.
And if they fail? Well, I have enough heirloom seedling and 2 Big Beef hybrids for the standard plantings of past years. I'm no worse off.
But my big surprise is that it seems a lot easier that I feared. It just took trying it to do it.
I knew I wanted to try it, but I don't have "soft steady hands" and some of the humidifying arrangements I saw on the internet seemed elaborate, but I thought about it all for a while.
Well, it was certainly easy enough to plant enough hybrid and heirloom tomatoes for both grafting AND backups in case all the grafts failed. I found the silicon clips at several sites and ordered some a month ago. I had stumbled across a 4-shelf plant stand with a zippered plastic enclosure for keeping plants warm outside and I realized that it was a fine humidifier device if I filled the lower 3 shelves with pans of water (later).
So with the trailer work complete and it being a rainy day, I collected everything on the basement workbench (and after some thought through the procedures, brought a few things upstairs to a table with good light).
It seemed to me the pattern was to transplant the hybrid rootstocks from little 6-packs to individual 3" pots to allow root growth, bring them all upstairs with the silicon clips and razor blade, fill the lower plant stand shelves with pans of water, and then make sure I had enough labels for all the new grafted heirloom tops.
That's when I realized I had made a serious mistake. I hadn't examined the silicon clips carefully when the y arrived. They are an "8" shape, but with one"o" larger than the other (like a snowman bottom and a snowman head). I had assumed the larger "o" was for the tomato stems. NOPE! The clipping part was the small "o", and about as thin as pencil lead. I should have done the grafting when the tomato seedlings were about 3" high, not 9"!
So I tried something creative and resourceful. I used the larger "O" part! I eyeballed the spot on the rootstocks where the stem size matched the "O" and cut a 45 degree angle above that.
Testing the fit, I cut the scion stem narrower until it "just" fit into the "O" and matched the angles snugly.
To make sure I didn't confuse the heirloom tops, I only brought one variety upstairs at a time , and made sure I had enough (and only enough) variety labels for each. Because when you cut off the tops of the rootstock tomatoes and the tops of the heirloom tomatoes, they sure look a lot the same!
The other surprise was how FAST the grafted heirloom tops just wilted!
Wish me luck!
And the first concern is resolved. The enclosed stand with the pans of water on the other shelves caused the plastic cover to fog up within just 2 hours. So the humidity is high. And below the stand is a thick towel on a sheet of plastic so the drip won't damage the wood floor. I may not think of everything in a new project, but I sure try!
I'll have some idea about the success in a few days. If the grafted tops are more erect in a few days, it means they are receiving moisture from the roots and the graft is healing. If I recall enough from high school botany, the zylem and floem (one sends nutrients up and the other down) will be working and the connection between rootstock and scion top will be solid.
And if they fail? Well, I have enough heirloom seedling and 2 Big Beef hybrids for the standard plantings of past years. I'm no worse off.
But my big surprise is that it seems a lot easier that I feared. It just took trying it to do it.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Trailer Pictures!
Sometimes, it is just best to show the methods and final results...
Obsessive featherboards...
Dado blades...
The tablesaw
Output, LOL!
Sides...
Capped tops and back panel...
Sad part. I just couldn't get the back corners to match. After a bad measurement, that was what I have to live with.
But the whole thing is going to be functional for the next 20 years, so... OK.
Obsessive featherboards...
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