Thursday, January 26, 2012






Cabin Fever...



a book, a project, sunshine, and a Bonsai...




New Year's, a time of before's and after's...


Getting good at multi-tasking!


Warm, spring-like weather is our chance to wash
away the effects of numerous storms!





















A shiny car...worth waiting for!



Little buck peaking from the canal...




A little more nervous than "town-deer".








There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
  ~Edith Wharton


Mindy's lamp re-do.  
This lamp was
brass or some such thing,
 with lots of crystals.  She
 removed about half of the crystals,
and spray painted it silver.  I enjoy watching 

her explore her creativity.  She says I am creative, too.  
I like to share ideas for teaching with her.  She thinks I would like
teaching.  I did enjoy teaching...three special kids!  I'm glad if I can still help 
them enjoy and create.




My reading list...in part.








“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.” 
― Carlos Ruiz ZafónThe Shadow of the Wind 












Humor is a reminder that no matter how high the throne one sits on, one sits on one's bottom.  ~Taki








Monday, January 16, 2012

Cody Sunrise



Laramie, Wyoming

The problem:

         Mindy's renter calls for the fourth time, reporting a strong, unpleasant, odor like gas or kerosene, especially noticeable in Apartment B, and in the bedroom in Apartment C directly below Apartment B.  Plumbers say they cannot detect any gas leaks.  An automatic air vent is installed during one visit, and the next day, Thursday, the odor is back, strong as ever.  Mindy is in Arizona, and has already made one trip back to Laramie two or three months before, trying to solve this problem.  

         The plumber is at Mindy's apartment installing a faucet aerator instead of the automatic air vent when she calls to check on their progress.  This does little to increase our confidence in the competence of the plumber or his employers, and after discussing this development in great detail and astonished tones, it is decided that we need to make the six hour trip to Laramie.  

      Friday, 4 PM, we head out, and roads aren't bad...not closed, but the work truck handles poorly on the patchy ice.  We are relieved to see the black and white striped arms of the road closure indicators pointing straight up! We arrive to a very cold apartment, plug in the heat and huddling in the chilly blankets, go to sleep.
      
        When we get into the house at about 9 A.M. Saturday morning, there is no sign of an odor either in the house or outside in the clean-out. Jerry wants to try to detect a leak or break in the pipes, but accidentally left his scope at home in the charger.  I call four businesses in Laramie trying to find a scope. Only Murdoch's Farm Supply knows what I am talking about, but it would cost $300 and they are out of them.  

Plan B is to use one of the smoke bombs Duane has left here to see if we can find a leak or split.  

The "Jerry-rigging" begins....  
Safety first....





The $64 question: How much
smoke will
a smoke bomb make?










I was surprised by how much I like being a father; surprised at what a decent father I am, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to dump my selfishness.
Michael Zaslow





Ace Hardware fittings....


Some duct tape to seal it up....
Add a pipe thawing blower and tape it on.

Teeing it in...

Add the lighted smoke bomb
 to the bucket,
 put on the lid....and  when
orange smoke starts coming
out the vent on the blower,
 run outside gasping for air...



Leave doors open to air out apartments.

Plan C

We extend a vent up in the attic which hadn't been reconnected when the roof was replaced.  We don't know yet if that will solve the problem, but there isn't much more we can do for now, so after fixing two leaking faucets, adjusting a lazy susan, and talking to a neighbor, we head back to...



CODY!



Neighbor's beautiful horses
in winter coats.

Selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without himself.
Henry Ward Beecher

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.
Jane Austen


Storm coming.



Tuesday, January 10, 2012

"If hard work were such a wonderful thing, 
surely the rich would have kept it all to themselves."
 -Lane Kirkland 




Kiowa Project







Well,  Mesa, actually, but nice sweatshirt!  

We do demolition!
.

I guess it's settled...the patching process in progress.



Starring role



I don't want to make money, I just want to be wonderful.
Marilyn Monroe





$1600 of set building supplies...
Another $600...

Bathrooms don't need windows,
 especially leaky , moldy ones.























Act 1:  We lifted, jiggled, pushed, prodded, pulled up and down, up and down, fitting, re-fitting, replacing the props, removing the props, while being mindful of not breaking or chipping the fiberglass.  When everything was level, then the tub was  lowered for the last time down into mortar.


Stage left (or right, 
depending on your point of view):  
Access to the tub plumbing from the
living room side of the wall.






I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.



Ahhh..a moving rehearsal performance!   Yay!


Tah Dah!




Stage Right: Taping,  texturing, tiling.







Find something in life that you love doing. If you make a lot of money, that's a bonus, and if you don't, you still won't hate going to work.




Intermission:  "Box seats" or paint cans...what ever you can find...not much actual sitting goes on around here, anyway!



Checking the script.


Back stage multitasking: patching, painting,
 removing base stuck down behind tile.





Match maker, match maker, make me a match,
 find me a find, catch me a catch!


Mindy got tired of removing base trim...and
discovering a scorpion hiding behind it didn't help, 
soooo...Mom took over that job.
Any scorpions had better dive for cover.  
We have weapons.




Relaxing after showers, 
Duane entertains us with a funny blog he found.
















There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.
















                                                               Sunday Morning