Saturday, January 24, 2015

And the days go by.

Not too darned much happening these days here at the Ponderosa.  Of course,  I have any number of projects that I should be tackling,  but being the procrastinator that I am,  you can guess the rest.

In my defence,  I’d like to have most, if not all of the hardware on hand before I start the next big one,  which will be a built in cabinet at the end of the dining room.  I haven’t quite finalized the design just yet, although I did drop off a part of the dining room table with a piece of birch plywood at the local Sherwin-Williams,  with instructions to match that stain, and to “take their time”,  since I want it to be right.   And no,  I didn’t cut out a chunk of the dining room table,  each of the leaves have hinged aprons.  I removed one.

This one will take me a little while,  and I’ll likely post some nonsense here, just for something to do.  Plus, sometimes it’s useful (if that’s the correct term) to be able to go back and look at the these kinds of things.

‘Cause you know,  I got CRS.

For example,  once upon a time I replaced the countertop up at sister-in-law’s place.   Do you think I remember ever doing that?  I was reminded of that little deed a few months ago,  or maybe it was at Christmas. I don’t remember.  My answer was, “I did?”   And I thought to myself,  “Well, at least I did a half decent job”.   There were a couple mitre cuts involved, I do seem to recall doing that. 

Oh,  and speaking of sister-in-law’s place,  today was the day that Travelling Companion thought she’d take her turn at the wheel.  She hasn’t been driving since her knee replacement,  and figured she might just try driving a short distance, just to see how it went.  She just returned home after a visit of an hour or so,  and it was fine.  I’m now no longer the designated Chauffeur although, whenever there’s the two of us in the car,  Muggins here is usually at the wheel.

Lemme see.  What else?

Well, we did have some practise chilli the other day.


This is in light of the upcoming Super Bowl festivities.  Or something like that.  We won’t be the ones supplying the chilli,  but I suppose it’s good to know just what kind of *ahem*, results one might expect after consuming this sort of food.  The results for me were a tad on the smelly side,  but I think that was because I had had a sandwich earlier in the day,  and maybe the meat was starting to turn? That’s my story.  That’s all I got.  When we had it the second day, (because you can see that we’re using the big crock pot,  and not the new little one) I didn’t experience the same sort of, *ahem* “issues”.  Which is why I’m going with the meat story.

Remains to be seen if I’ll have any friends left after the Super Bowl party.  Stay tuned.


Oh so,  I rambled off topic there for a bit.  I wanted to mention one of the things I had to do in prep for the next project,  and that was finding a place for and moving the curio cabinet.



Just over to the other side of the first floor. 

Eventually all the crystal will end up in the built-in,  and that curio will find a home elsewhere.   I made it a number of years ago,  and basically it was beyond the skill set that I had at the time, the result of which is,  I really don’t like it.

From this distance it looks fine,  but there are so many issues, it’s not funny.  I don’t want to even go there.


I guess I should mention that T.C. bought herself a new gizmo yesterday.   She was playing around with it this morning.  I may have to fabricate a new table top for her.  We’ll see.



It’s pretty awesome.  There’s a website here.  

Anyhoodle,  she had a serger,  and was considering the purchase of a second machine that did some additional function, (something to do with a “wave stitch”)  and instead traded her old one for this thing. It does both functions.  I think the lady at the store was somewhat pleasantly surprised that we still had the original box, and had packed it up before bringing it in,  but we’re kind of funny that way. 

And I should confess,  I briefly had the thought that I’d throw that box out at one point after we moved back from Austria,  but I was overruled.  Fine.  Sometimes I get a little carried away with throwing sh*t out.  Plus, I figured we were “done” when it came to buying sewing machines and such. 

How naive.


I guess that’s it.

Hope winter is being kind to you.  We’ve had absolutely no snow here, and I’m not really missing it.  So sorry for all you skiers and your ilk.  You’ll need to go farther north. 


Thanks for stopping by.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

We’re back to this I see.

And I’m not talking about the temperature.  It’s still cold.  I’ll suck it up.

I *tried* to get down to the lake early enough to capture the sun as it was still closer to the horizon,  something I had seen after taking Travelling Companion up to the Company that Cannot be Named.    The sunrise was quite nice.  I missed it.

No matter how expeditiously I hustled,  the sun was already fairly high in the sky.  I normally have motivational issues (read: I’m lazy) when it comes to getting myself down there at the crack of dawn for what could possibly be a spectacular sunrise,  this will have to do.



One of these days I just might make the effort.  Or not.

Don’t hold your breath.

No,  what I’m referring to is the ongoing inability of the mail carrier type folks to actually read the numbers on a piece of mail and drop it off at the correct location. 

At some point in mid 2013 (it was warm weather is all I remember) I managed to catch the mailman just after he had dropped off the wrong mail.  He was opening the green mail-drop-off box thingy out at the corner here,  and I handed him his offering,  at which point he intimated that this was some sort of rare occurrence. I don’t remember his exact words.

Really? That wasn’t going to fly.

MY exact words I do remember. 

“Oh no,  this has been going on for twenty years.  And poor old ‘Mr. X’  (he’ll remain anonymous for the sake of this little diatribe) is getting too old to delivery my mail to me.  And I’m getting tired of dropping off his.”

Mail person Dude didn’t have much to say, except “oh”.

What can you say, “Er um,  I guess I’m dyslexic?”


Either that or they sort the mail in the dark.  I’m not sure.  Actually,  it’s just off by one number.  We’re 5383.  It needs to go to 5483,  *sigh*

After that little confrontation, we’ve had a pretty good run of a couple years of correct mail delivery.  It seems the run is over.

The “Woman’s Day” was today’s first clue.  And I haven’t received anything from The Publishers Clearing House in like….forever.  Thankfully.

Nor do I particularly want to start getting anything from them.  Because then it never stops.  Kind of like the calls from The Clothesline, who call us up way too often looking for used clothing.  They must think we go out every single month and replace our entire wardrobe.  I don’t get it.  On the one hand,  I don’t mind helping out,  but could you give me maybe six months or so?  Maybe then I could come up with something.  Honestly.


So I guess I’ll be taking a drive by “Mr. X’s” house when I go out to pick up T.C. 

And they wonder why folks are using less and less snail mail.

I also wonder what mail he has of ours. 


Guess we’ll find out.


Sticks.  Ice. 

You know.


Thanks for lookin’.


And yes,  there really IS a big NFL Picks Wheel in the basement.  I lied yesterday. 

No really.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Lovely day.

And no,  I’m not being a jerk.  It really is a lovely day.  Or at least sunny.  It’s still a wee bit on the cold side,  but I mostly expect that,  as we’re in The Great White North.  Sort of.  Farther south than parts of Northern California, but we won’t split hairs.

Now yesterday?  Only if you were a penguin.  Because it was bitterly cold out.  Like,  wind blowing,  bone chilling cold.

Had to drive along the lakeshore for some reason (Oh,  shopping,  that was it.  Gotta eat) and I noticed how cool it looked out over the lake.  Had to go back for the camera.

Therefore I give you the following:




Those are Canada geese out there.  Too dumb to fly south?




No really,  what are they thinking?


Click on any picture to enlarge.  It’ll open in a new window. 


And I wanna tell ya,  I didn’t stay there too long.  I was bundled up really well,  but I could feel the cold starting to seep in.


Oh, and of course, the park is part of the “Waterfront Trail”,  which is this half hearted effort to try and link up the entire lakeshore trail system.  It didn’t really pan out,  since some of the “Richie Richardsons”  in various locations,  took exception to having folks meander along in front of their posh houses.  I suppose I understand.  They paid a lot of money to have that lake view.  Not a problem we have at The Ponderosa.

As a matter of fact,  this is the first time I think I’ve EVER gone down to the lake at the bottom of our street.  Just never bothered. Which is why I was surprised that there was this breakwater out there.


I showed Daughter Number Two and she said,  “Oh ya,  they put that in when you guys were in Vienna.”  Really? I guess I missed that memo.  They’re not quite done yet,  since I noticed that there are the bases for light standards along the side,  but no lights.  Wonder when that will happen. Not holding my breath.

The other day I mentioned my little “chat” with an individual from Amazon?  Well,  I got a note saying my refund had been processed!

I know my “recipient” did say she’s send it back at the first of the week, but I thought that was pretty darned quick.  Of course,  I’m never completely convinced until I see our credit card get credited.  “Credit” in that sense is when you “get” the money.  “Debit” is when it’s taken away.  That’s the extent of my vast accounting knowledge.  Hey, I’ve been known to slave over the odd P & L back in the day, (back in the pre-computer era) but that was nursery rhymes compared to the complicated stuff T.C. used to dig into.  I couldn’t even begin to understand that.


Meanwhile,  the Crock Pot that we ordered for ourselves arrived today.  Intact.


It’s a little guy,  just for two people.  We have a bigger one,  which we use from time to time,  but usually only when there’s company, or we’re feeding a mob.  The left overs go on for too many days if we use the big one for just the two of us.

I thought maybe I’d rinse out the insert,  put some water in it,  and make sure it works before taking away the packaging.  We’re good.  At least if I have to send stuff back from here,  I know whose address to put on the return thingy.

We’ll be trying it out in the next few days I would imagine.


I guess that’s all I got.  I might take a few minutes and give the big “NFL wheel of picks” a spin.  I don’t really have a wheel,  but that method would pretty much sum up the way I’ve been making picks all season.  It’s worked so far.


Keep those sticks on the ice.


Thanks for lookin’.