Sunday, April 24, 2011
This weekend
http://youtu.be/KBAuMpOpSnA
Of course, my favorite so far has been this one:
http://youtu.be/WbJ-y6BWfUc
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Rain
I was doing a little work in the garage. Couldn't do what I wanted to do, which was to throw more drywall on the rest of the walls. Unfortunately, because the garage is so crowded with junk I would have to move all of the stuff from that side to the other. That involves moving some things out into the driveway to get them out of the way, but rain hinders that operation.
I did manage to get in the yard and weed the front flower bed, and plant a new rosebush to replace the one that died last year. It looks better, but I need some more mulch.
It rained so much today that Loch Mess rose from it's subterranean lair to menace the dogs' entry and exit from our house. Thing 1 and Thing 2 managed all right, though. When the weather cleared I activiated the sump and it's all drained, now.
I did some work on a house way out toward Columbia, this week. Replaced some rotted boards on the front porch. I don't have the after shot. The barn looked like something we used to make charcoal and pencil drawings of back in art class.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Bark Wars
I know I complain about my dogs, Abbey wan Kenobe and Chewbarka. I've got so many names for those two I just don't know which ones to use in a given conversation. I know only this: I will most likely never use their real names. Anyway, my dogs seem quite introverted and quiet compared to the pack that resides next to Ben and Jo. Every time anyone nears the property line they go off, like some really bad alarm system. Makes me appreciate my dogs a little more. Then there was that pit bull in the yard next to a house I worked on last week. That thing was mean. Every time I went through the back gate I was hugging the side of the house when that thing tried to jump over the fence and get me. He got so close one time he slobbered on my arm. I wasn't afraid of him- my hammer was on my belt, so I was pretty confident that if he got a hold of me the encounter would end pretty quickly. I just wasn't in any hurry to get bit.
Well, I'm about to head back to bed. I just woke up a little while ago and we had a sudden storm hit. For a moment I thought we were in the path of a tornado, it was suddenly so windy and loud. It wasn't normal. I was just up trying to see if there was any weather news out of the ordinary. The wind has died down, now. That just such a sudden and powerful and loud incident I was ready to grab the family and toss them in a closet. Makes me realize that I have no interior rooms or hallways that can be closed off. Fortunately, the wind passed and quieted down, so I guess I was just paranoid. Anyway, Good Night!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Noticeable Progress
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Rainy Day
Saturday, March 5, 2011
More Garage Stuff
Saturday, February 26, 2011
An Attempt to Bring Order to Chaos
I started hanging drywall in the garage. Finally! I was working on cleaning out a foreclosed house that had a whole stack of drywall in the second floor. The bank wanted it removed from the house- they didn't care where it went, just as long as it was no longer on the property. So it is stacked in my garage. There is enough to cover all of the walls. The only problem is that the Edcave is so cluttered and full of stuff that I can only do small parts of the wall at a time. Insulate, hang drywall, tape and finish, then move the junk around so I can access another part of the wall. I have half of the garage drywalled, now. Hopefull in the spring I can get a ceiling up in there. Then next winter I'll be able to heat the place a little bit. It's hard to cut anything on the table saw or scrollsaw or bandsaw when you can't feel your fingertips.
I dealt with the rats from last year. I believe they are gone, but it's hard to tell. I found an expired one in the old insulation between the wall studs when I was re-insulating. The little dude was all mummified, but still had one of the little rat poison cookies in it's clutches. It amazes me that they carried the things back to their nests. I feel somewhat guilty, in a way. Don't know why. Anyway, once the drywall is up they won't be able to hide behind the cabinets anymore.
Meanwhile I have still elected to let the dawgs stick around. They amuse me. Well, Meg is getting weirder and weirder. Abby still displays amazing feats of skill. My favorite is to toss treats in her direction to see her catch them. Have you ever seen the videos of the sharks jumping out of the water to get seals? Think that, only smaller...and furrier...and less likely to kill you if you get too close. Meg still snarfs her food down like it's going to run off if she doesn't kill it right away. Abby-well, she is odd. She takes forever to eat. It's like she's savoring every bit.
I spent last Saturday and today working on cabinets for the garage. I completed the first base cabinet (minus the doors) and mounted it, and got the first part of the workbench top cut and installed. I still need to apply hardwood edging to the top, but it looks good, anyway. I need to get some wall cabinets up, and then install the pegboard above the bench top. This is going to take a while, but I finally feel like it's moving in the right direction, anyway.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Long time, no blog!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Hell = Ed3(Homework+Quizzes)(+100Degree heat+Humidity)
"The square root of Chuck Norris is Pain. If you Square Chuck Norris, the result is Death."
It has been awfully hot, lately. Kind of like the summers in Florida that I remember. I'd mow the lawn, and that would be all I could do for the day. I have been outside for the last hour spraying weed killer on the driveway and sidewalk, then in the garage to work a little. Speaking of which...
I HAVE REACHED A MAJOR MILESTONE!!!!!!!!
Back in 2005 I bought myself a Ryobi benchtop bandsaw. Unfortunately, Hurricane season was starting. Since the previous two years had seen a number of hurricanes take aim at (yet mercifully miss) St. Petersburg, I didn't bother to unpack the saw. I also, as in previous years, sealed up all of my benchtop tools and placed them under the workbenches in the hope that, if the roof blew off of the garage, the tools might survive. Most of these tools never got unpacked again. Once we hit 2006 we were looking to escape Florida, so I didn't bother to unpack most of them. We have been here in Virginia now for a little over three years. Today I finally unpacked the bandsaw! It was kindof like getting a new toy, since it was still sealed in the box and in the original foam and plastic packaging. Just like brand new which, I guess it is. It's all assembled, now. I'll have to find some time, probably tonight after the sun goes down, to try it out. I have a lot of projects that need a bandsaw, so I'm looking forward to doing a little fun work on it.
The rat problem appears to have been resolved, finally. As much as I hated to, I resorted to poisoned rat bait, and ended up removing several corpses from the garage. I haven't seen any rats since, and the remaining bait on the shelf has not been touched. I can only conclude that, 1) The rats residing in the garage were all killed off and there are no more rats, or 2) the deceased rats with their dying squeaks warned the others not to eat the green cookies.
(The green....coo...kies....stay...away!...Poison!...Save...your...selves!!!Ungh!)
Today is hot, and is expected to get hotter. The shade is tolerable, but out in the sun is pretty miserable. I'm not sure I will be able to accomplish anything outside until this evening.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Fahrenheit 101
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Happy Father's Day!!!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Arachnophobia
Ok. Maybe the spider wasn't really that large. I mean, when you're eight, everything is huge. Size also could have been distorted by my point of reference: looking up my arm at the DEADLY EIGHT LEGGED BEHEMOTH- I mean, spider- crawling straight for my face. I still maintain that it was of a respectable size. It definitely was not a tiny thing.
This memory came back to me in Church, of all places. Heather and I were sitting at the back of the chapel during Sunday School and I notice a small object sort of floating in the middle of the room just above the pews. At first I thought it was an airborne piece of lint, or other dust-like object, until it started to move and then dropped into the pews. Since this thing was at least eight rows ahead of me, and I could see it quite clearly once it moved behind the sister in the white blouse, I could tell that it was larger than the average spider. This alarmed me. I had never seen a spider in the church, before. Yesterday was the first, and now my last place of refuge has been infiltrated and I can no longer go into the Chapel without first looking up above my head to make sure a spider is not perched, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and GET TO MY NECKANDSUCKOUTMYBLOODAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
I'm not really all that freakish about spiders. I do all right as long as they don't make physical contact. Let's face it- I live in Virginia. There are a lot of spiders, especially in the wooded areas. At scout camp there were some pretty big spiders residing in the woods. In fact, at night you could lie really still and hear them walking around on the outside of the tent. Again, I was ok. I had a mosquito net over my cot that I would tuck under the mattress so nothing could enter my space. There is one particular scout camp spider incident in which I came off looking quite stoic and unflappable, or at least too tired to care.
My friend Sean and I worked on the camp staff at T. Brady Saunders for several summers. The staff had a pretty nice setup. Our tents were bigger than those the weekly scouts were using. We lived in these things all summer. I could stand up and reach up with my hand and just touch the apex of the tent ceiling. They were on platforms up off of the ground. We had room for our cots, our foot lockers at the end of the cots, a little table between the cots at the head, and even room for a little table at the entrance of the tent. Quite spacious. Of course, due to the critter factor in the woods we all had mosquito nets over our cots. I had started tucking the net under my mattress at all times ever since a Black Widow had managed to get inside my cot. That unfortunate Widow was dispatched quite quickly with a overly generous amount of Off! repellent. I considered myself fortunate to have only suffered that minor breach of security. Matt Johnson, in the tent next to us, once entered his tent to find a snake curled up on his cot. I'll take the spider.
Instead of the standard military surplus green netting, Sean had opted for a fine white mesh mosquito net. Remember that detail, it will figure prominently in the telling of my tale.
The day came that we returned to our tent for the evening and IT was there, waiting up in the tip of the roof of the tent. A large, furry wood spider about the size of my hand. Sean freaked. I knocked the sucker off of the ceiling and shooed him out of the tent. I wasn't stepping on that thing. It would've been a mess. Unfortunately, the little beast was back up on the ceiling when we came back to the tent the next night. Again, I shooed him out of the tent. This went on for several days. Now we get to that fateful night- the night that will forever live in infamy- the Night of the Arachnid!!!
We had completed the spider-shooing ritual and turned in for the night. We worked in the camp kitchen, which was a hot (meaning sweltering) and exhausting job. I took my shower, then rolled up the tent sides to allow more airflow to cool the tent, and then went to sleep. My peaceful slumber was interrupted in the wee hours of morning, when I awoke to Sean hollering. As I shook the fog from my head and tried to figure out what was going on, I saw Sean's flashlight come on and bounce around inside his mosquito net. All I could see was the light, I never saw Sean. He was yelling and practically jumping through his netting. He finally freed himself and took off running into the woods. I waited a few minutes for him to return, and like the loyal and concerned friend that I am, went back to sleep. When I woke again at sunup, Sean was back in his cot, and the spider was gone. I asked Sean what the deal was. He explained that he had woken up in the middle of the night to see the moonlight reflecting off of his white mosquito net, and thought it was a giant spider web and freaked out. I never saw the spider again. I just figured that after enduring the being tossed out of the tent every night, Sean's episode was the last straw and the spider headed for greener pastures. A year later I would be in Arizona, a place hotter'n heck and with the highest critter factor of any place I had ever seen.
I was serving as a missionary in the Arizona Phoenix Mission. This place was an alien landscape to me. It was hot, dry, dusty, flat, and was deficient in the foliage department. Every time I got out of the car and stood up I had to hold on to the car till the feeling of falling left me. I had never been in a place where you could see for miles from ground level. The other missionaries made fun of me because I took so many pictures. "You don't understand," I'd tell them. "There's nothing out here! Nothing!" I had never seen so much nothing before. I felt that I had to photographically document the place because I wasn't sure that I could adequately describe it in my letters home. In Virginia, you're lucky if you can see two or three yards down due to the denseness of the woods and brush. One of the things that got me the most was the variety of critters that inhabited the area. There were snakes, lizards, roadrunners, jackrabbits, scorpions (another story in their own right), and of course, spiders. These were not just any spiders, though. They weren't even the Virginia wood spiders. These things were tarantulas. I remembered them from Kingdom of the Spiders. Fortunately, I didn't have too many run-ins with them. The first time I saw one my jaw dropped. We were driving down the road and I saw one running in the opposite direction. The size stunned me. I couldn't believe they were really that big- and dodging traffic at that! The next time I saw one was when we stopped by a church member's house one afternoon. As we walked up to the door we heard screaming. The screams would stop, then start again. We were a little worried as we rung the doorbell. The family's teenage daughter and her friend opened the door, looking quite panicked. As it turns out, and as we could see from the front door, there was a really large spider up on the wall near the vaulted ceiling. Every time the thing moved the girls would scream. It was funny, actually. We were unable to enter and vanquish the spider, since the parents were not home and mission rules restrained us from any further assistance. I don't believe I ever heard what became of the thing. I kept expecting to return and find it stuffed and mounted alongside the jackalopes on the wall.
My final big spider memory occurred during the last three months of my mission. We were headed across the plains to a zone conference in Page, Arizona. It was a three hour drive. It had rained the night before, but it was a clear day. I was driving the car, and I remember noticing the shadows of the clouds overhead, as they would cross the road and shade the landscape ahead of us. At one point, what I thought was a shadow turned out to be something else. As we got closer to it the shadow broke up into little dots, then big dots, and then a lot of flying, squished dots as I realized we were driving through a whole herd of tarantulas! There must have been thousands of them! It was really gross. At least none of them managed to hop onto the car and hijack it at the next rest stop.
Since then I have not been exposed to any large arachnids, just the run of the mill little spiders that are easily smashed by a rolled up newspaper. I think it's possible that I have become complacent, and the spiders have sent me a message to remind me that they are there--watching...
I need to talk to the bishop about mosquito netting.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Bark! Arf!! Woof! Woof! Bark! RRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....!!
You know, we have been receiving a lot of "Field & Stream" magazines at the house. They've all been addressed to Heather. Don't know how that subscription came through. I've been teasing Heather about her new "hobby". Any day now I expect to walk into the living room to find my dogs stuffed and mounted on the wall. If that happens, just know that it won't be my doing. I couldn't even bring myself to dissect the frog in high school biology.
A study of the aerodynamic flight properties of the dogs might be rather amusing, though....
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Escape from New York
We caught a ride from the airport to the hotel. Our driver was Danny, a very nice and talkative guy. He was from Africa and had been in New York for 30 years. He pointed out some of the areas as we drove through them and told us about the city. His driving style concerned me, though. I had to trust that his was just the legendary New York City driving and that, although we appeared to be in a constant state of immenent collision, this was actually normal and safe driving for the area.
The hotel was very nice. It was midnight when we finally arrived there. We were pretty wiped out and went to bed pretty quickly.
We woke up a little later than intended on Saturday. The Heather and the girls woke me to wish me a Happy Birthday. I had forgotten that it was my birthday. Since you asked, I just turned 9 for the 4th time. Mom Sandy also called me to wish me a happy birthday.
We climbed the tower into the command and operations bridges and stood where the officers would have watched for the launching and returning aircraft. Below, in the hangar deck, were some more aircraft of the type that the Intrepid had actually carried during her years of service. There were several interactive exhibits for the kids, and some flight simulators. One of the exhibits was a mock up of a ship hull, from the waterline to the top deck, with a large net hanging from the side. Both Emily and Amanda climbed up and hit the button at the top to set off the blue light to show they had reached the top. I didn't think Amanda would climb all the way up, since the thing was probably a good 15 to 20 feet high, but she scrambled right up the thing and then jumped away from the top so the staff could lower her to the floor. I was
We were pretty tired by this point. It was almost 6pm. It took us a while to find a cab to Times Square. We endured another white-knuckled drive through the streets of NYC. Our cabbie was not as talkative as the last. I tried to remain stoic and impassive, but inside I was screaming as we tore through the streets, swerving around cars and running between lanes and around horse carriages and such. Honestly, I don't know why they bother painting lines for the lanes in that city.
Sunday was our last day. We started that out by walking a couple of blocks down the the F.A.O. Schwartz toy store. That was where they filmed the scene with the big piano in the movie "Big". There was a show with the piano, and then afterwards the kids were able to walk on it and play for a little while. We wandered around for a while. Heather and Amanda went through the Barbie area, and Emily and I went another direction.
"This is the best toy store ever!" exclaimed Emily as she danced through the aisles of stuffed animals. "Nuh-uuh!" I cried, skipping gaily after her through the life-sized stuffed bears. "It's the best toy store in the whole history of ever!!! uh -after The Home Depot and Northern Tool and Equipment: 'where warriors prepare for battle'!"
The cab ride was almost an exact copy of the last. The Museum was pretty cool. Really. It had great air conditioning. It was a little difficult to follow, but the exhibits were really awesome. We stayed until closing time and then caught (gulp!) another cab back to the hotel to pick up our bags. Then it was time for the final cab ride back to the airport.
The flight home was uneventful. All boarding passes were correct, there were no delays, and we were home in bed by 11pm. It's nice to have experienced New York, and I wouldn't mind another visit in the future, but it's nice to be home.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Aussinator - 3; Girlie Men - 0
Since I've been home more often these past months, I have been subjected to every "Barbie" movie ever made. I haven't watched them, except in passing ( I sit down with a bowl of popcorn and watch every second, is that what you wanted to hear?), however I do hear most of the dialog and music. When the girls are singing the songs, I know the words. When they are watching the movie, I know what scene is coming up just from the dialogue. Most disturbing, I know the characters better than the girls do. In fact, we were sitting at the table one time and the girls were talking about a movie and were mixing up the names of the characters and, in an unthinking moment, I spoke up and gave them the correct names. This earned me a few odd looks. I immediately realized the greatness of my error and went out to the garage to run something through the tablesaw. Didn't build anything, just needed the reassurance.
I tell the girls all the time, "Don't leave your toys on the floor!" Once there, they're in Abby's world and they will be chewed up. Abby has not failed in her mission. So far, I believe that she has mauled many pairs of socks, at least one shoe, and a confirmed 3 Barbie dolls. The first was "Jane Doe Barbie" ( I don't know what her name was- she was never in any movies I was aware of), followed by "Esmarelda Barbie" from Disney's "Hunchback of Notre Dame" (she might not be an actual Barbie doll, but she's close enough), and finally the "Prince Aden-Barbie's Accessory" doll. I actually thought that was too bad, as Prince Aden was probably the most manly of the Barbie men as portrayed in the movies. If I had my pick the "Prince Louie" doll would've bought it. He had to be the most girlie of the girlie-men,Yet his cousin Philippe was rather nasty- given his voice was none other than Tim Curry. He does creepy so well. Just watch Barbie and the Three Musketeers" and you'll know what I mean. Thankfully we don't have the two twin brothers from "Barbie and the Diamond Castle". They were just pathetically annoying. Again, you'd have to witness it to appreciate it.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Meggapalooza 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGGIE!
Today Meg hits the twelve year mark. We first got Meg in the pre-digital years, so I don't have any little puppy pictures of her on this computer. I'll have to find some and scan them in. All I could find was the above picture, taken when she was probably a year old, or so, before the long hair kicked in and her head fell into proportion with the rest of her body.
Apparently Meg partied hard in celebration of another year gone by. When we got home she was all tuckered out and laying almost comatose on the floor. Ummm... OK. She always looks like that. But I'm sure she did something to celebrate the day. She got some extra treats from yours truly. It was too late for her to do any snowboarding, as the snow has pretty much passed into oblivion. I did notice all of the girls' "Buddies" movies laying out on the floor around the TV set. As you might know, the "Buddies" are those little Golden Retriever puppies that keep showing up in their own movies. "Air Buddies", "Space Buddies", "Snow Buddies", "Santa Buddies", "Secret Agent Buddies", "Political Activist Buddies", etc., etc. I can't watch them. Why would I? I have two "Buddies" in the house with me now. Granted, they're Australian Shepherds, and don't seem to get along much of the time. More like fightin' friends. Plenty of action, what with Abbey jumping over Meggie. That's their act. Abbey is the daredevil, and Meg is the stageprop.
Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Prepare to be amazed! Abby the Aussinator, three time world jump champion, will now leap over Meggie the Napinator! Ohhhh!! A flawless jump! Now, prepare for the thrill of your lives, as Abbey now prepares to make the Flaming Death Jump! Please wait while the stage team sets Meggie to flame...
Ok. Maybe not the best stage show. I'd better make sure Abbey doesn't get hold of any matches. Enough picking on Meg. She's a good girl. If ever you need fuzz therapy, she's there. She doesn't get dirty (at least not since her 6th birthday), she doesn't chew the furniture (outgrew that by her 2nd birthday), and she's quiet, for the most part. She does get excited and barks when Abbey is jumping all over her. And sometimes she just starts barking and gets stuck and needs a little help stopping. Then there's her mood swings, the crabbiness, and the sudden violent attacks on Abbey. We just chalk it all up to Aussheimer's Syndrome, which strikes Australian Shepherds in their later years. So, although you might not remember it tomorrow, Happy Birthday, Meggie!!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Reign of Fire
Friday, February 5, 2010
Cabin Fever
Obviously, the new toboggan was a much more thrilling experience than the trash can lids of last year.
Ever vigilant Abby, wishing she could run free. Unfortunately, we have to chain her, given her tendency to jump the fence and run the neighborhood for hours.
Meg in her usual spot. She doesn't like to venture into the snow. Too deep for her, I guess.
Abby after a hard day of snowplay.


