Saturday, April 14, 2012

Answers to quiz, and more questions.

The answer to the previous post's quiz is that they are all colors of paint that we're using in our house. The next question is, which is which. Here are the colors:
Color # 1
Color #2
Color #3
Color #4

The choices are "Squish-squash," "Lion Heart," "Sorbete de Melon," and "Ticul." Which is which?

You may choose which is which with a roll of the dice, but it was a lot more painstaking for us to arrive at our decisions. The local paint store has a color consultant, who would come out with her decks of color cards for PPG and Benjy Moore, and we'd pore over these. Then, we'd get samples--sometimes the store has little trial jars, sometimes we'd have to get a specially brewed pint or two--and try them out.The process is baffling--the same color looks completely different on different walls and in different light. As always, it could be worse: the paint store's record is a person who tried seventy-two different specially blended colors of paint (and this was at a time when the smallest paint sample was a quart!). You put the stuff up on your walls in the full awareness that you have no idea how it will turn out.

And, of course, as this view from our driveway shows, nature is only too happy to show that we are pikers at this color-blending game.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A quick quiz

What do the following have in common?

1. Squish-squash
2. Ticul
3. Lionheart
4. Sorbete de Melon
5. Antiquity

No fair using the Google. Answer tomorrow

Updated holiday greetings

The Real Doctor, holding some matzah and grimacing after a sip of Manischewitz concord grape wine:

If "this is the bread of affliction", then that is the wine of affliction.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Death Panel, adjourned

(earlier--Death Panel)

The death panel met repeatedly during the last week, without really getting convinced one way or the other about the best course of action for its charge. Sure, the patient was old and had many conditions, any one of which could be painfully terminal within a year. However, as the panel was meeting, the subject demonstrated a renewed, hearty appetite and actually ran during her daily walks. The subject of the panel's debate was our 13-year-old Pomeranian, Opal, a dog internationally famous for her page-turning skills.

The last two nights, Opal weighed with her own view on the debate. From about midnight 'til about 4 AM, she affirmed that it was time to go. Not "time to go" in the way that a dog complaining in the middle of the night means it. Time to go in the way meant by a dog suffering, uncomprehendingly, from kidney stones and renal problems. Lots of narcotics were given, but they took a long time to calm the agitated panting and restlessness, and left Opal kind of foozy and sore the following day. Not the way for a dog to be. The gall bladder that was supposed to be operated on turned into the least of her worries.

So, today, we took Opal to a friend/vet at her farm, where she was given a dose of muscle relaxant and sedative. After resisting it, twitching like she was falling asleep, she became calm in my arms--calm like she had not been in weeks. She was given a shot of a fatal cocktail, and within minutes her breathing and pulse coasted to a halt. She now lies beneath the big oak tree at our new farm, and will become part of the sod.

Opal was a really sweet, charmingly weird, nice dog. I'm sad, of course, but I know that she had a pretty good and long life, she gave us wonderful memories that will make us laugh and cry years from now, and we gave her with what I hope was the best death possible. What more can be hoped for in any life? Requiescat in pace, and may her memory be for a blessing.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Holiday greetings

A joyous Pesach* to those who pass over things.

Four or five glasses of wine**, lots of myth, and a full moon will have their effect:

Passover 5772


The full moon looks down on me

Walking my dog after too much dinner.

The same moon looked down

When my Grandaddy fled the Ukraine;

The same moon looked down

When Israel fled the Pharaoh.


Once again, despite the full feast,

I’ll want to be elsewhere next year.

Once again, despite the efforts of the good,

Shalom is a stranger in Jerusalem.

Once again, despite the extra setting,

I suspect Elijah will not be joining us...


But,


I can’t know this for sure.

So I set the prophet a place and pour him some wine,

I try to do good and fix the world,

I try to be a student of Moses and Hillel,

And whether it’s a place on Earth or just in my heart,

I’ll say, “Next year in Jerusalem.”

*Or as brother E. calls it, "it's that holiday with the parsley, isn't it?"
**Manischewitz--the only Kosher wine available in Roseburg. Yeeeeeeeeecchhhhh.

The smallest room in the house (part I)

I'm way behind on my updates on the home renovation. The reason, of course, is that I've been spending all my time on home renovation. Anyway, it's time to fix that.

The bathroom we bought was of a piece with the rest of the house: good bones, especially considering when it was built, but kind of run down and wanting repair.
So, that's a claw-foot tub, some pretty marginal shower hardware, a pretty crappy crapper (not shown--the plumbing, which was pretty bad) and a sink that was OK but at the very least needed re-finishing. The floor is fir, but it's really worn and the varnish has died and so the wood is getting damaged. The walls are papered with blue paper that was kind of dark and peeling. However, it was nice and compact and flooded with light from an outsize window. The layout was fine and the built-in medicine cabinet has design features that make it harmonize perfectly with the rest of the house.

So. We decided to keep the basic outline, update all the plumbing, wiring, lighting, and fixtures, and add just a few touches to make it perfect. It's close enough to done now to write about.

Step one was to find fixtures. Most modern bathrooms are the size of bedrooms, it seems--two sinks, a shower and a huge tub, commode, cable TV, bar...they are getting out of hand, and fixture design has kept pace; much of what is sold today is simply too big to fit in our 'loo. So, we had to troop up to Eugene to do some shopping. Fixtures in hand, it was time to get to work.

Step two was to clear everything. The claw-foot tub weighed a ton--it's pretty much a lump of cast iron. Right now it's sitting on our front porch, but we've sold it to a couple who live further out in the country. They want to put it on their deck and make it into a "hillbilly hot-tub." More power to them! That's probably better than the traditional use of old tubs in the Real Doctor's native land. The custom there is to put it in the garden, tipped up to form a protective grotto for a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary or JC. The toilet and sink are going to a recycler who sells such things to people who want antique-y stuff for their renovations.Unsurprisingly, the sub-flooring was just as toasted as the flooring--extensively water damaged, so most of it had to go too.
Even less surprisingly, the plumbing was awful. The pipes were mostly cast-iron/rust in a 50-50 blend. The access port for the sewer line from the toilet had broken off, leaving it permanently open in the basement. Probably for the best that we don't have any pictures of that, or what the basement was like underneath that.

Neither the Real Doctor nor I am wild about claw-foot tubs, so we decided we would install a real shower stall with a real shower head that was taller than me. This meant ripping out a lot of lath-and-plaster, and finding some of the things that were in the walls. This is one of several multi-generational mouse nests we found.
After installing PEX or PVC plumbing for everything, we could put in a new subfloor; it was nice to walk in there without sinking down ever so slightly.
One unfortunate thing about having a proper shower stall instead of a claw-foot was that the big ol' window had to be shrunk. In order to keep as much window as possible, we decided to shift the remaining bit window over to the right as far as possible. So, take out the existing window:
Frame in a new one:
Put in a nice, double-paned, reeded-glass window and some drywall:
And, trim the original wooden framing to size and slip it on. There ya go!
Up next--fixtures and finishing! Oooooh, the excitement!

Friday, April 6, 2012