Monday, August 18, 2014

The Wolf is back.

Not a lot going on.  Thought I’d pipe up with a few words.

The cottage visit was brief and cold.  Lovely cottage.  This is the place we visited last fall.  It was Thanksgiving,  and equally cold. 

One slight difference however.   On our previous visit,  there was a somewhat regular thermostat that could be adjusted to whatever temperature was comfortable.  This time around,  the owners had installed a Nest thermostat,  which made it virtually impossible to adjust. I’m sure there’s an “app” for that,  but if you don’t have the code,  yer beat.

I asked where the heck the cold air was coming from,  and was told it was the air conditioning!   Yes,  it’s a “cottage” with air conditioning!  So I had to go out to the compressor and pull the disconnect.  Took a while,  but without the cold air being blown up from the basement,  the place did get a little warmer.

Rolling my eyes here.

This was one of the methods I’d use to get around some of the whoopty-do innovative controls that my former illustrious employer installed in our schools.  Just shut the damned thing off.

Anyhoodle,  we only stayed the one night,  although I would have happily stayed at least for a couple more.  The word was though,  that it never did really warm up.   It got down to 12°C the night we were there.  It hasn’t really warmed up all that much in the past few days around here either.  Sunny,  and warm in the sun,  but sure cool at night.

It was oh so much fun driving home late Thursday night in the rain.  In the dark.


Had to move the BBQ a little closer to the back door,  even though it was giving off plenty of heat.

We never did figure out which ones were the “jalapeno” sausages.


“This one?”



Once I started cooking them, they all looked the same.

Thankfully the spice wasn’t too strong,  and nobody suddenly leaped to their feet.


Cooking on a strange BBQ can be a little bit of a puzzle at first,  but at least it was a properly working thing.  Hate it when folks leave their crap for you to try and deal with.  If you’re renting,  it needs to work.  And that one worked beautifully.  It wasn’t a Weber,  but that was OK.


Meanwhile I’ve carried on with my little jobs here at home.  Still looking to put the finishing touches on the “veranda”,  which at this point means beginning the steps towards dry walling the entire interior.   Should brighten it up considerably.

That also means framing out and trimming out all the little issues.  Along with making a proper second entrance to the attic.  Instead of just sliding things in between the studs.  There will be no more of that.



Once more trying to use up some of the cedar off cuts.  The pulls are off an old sewing machine cabinet.


And now you know why I haven’t had too much to say.  It’s just more of the same.


Oh,  and I almost forgot.   Yes,  “The Wolf” went in to The Company that Cannot be Named today.   She’ll be there most likely for the rest of the week.  

It’s not a “big secret” anymore.  Too many people read the blog it seems.



That’s all I got.


Keep it between the ditches.


Thanks for stopping by.


  1. Nice that you got to the cottage. not nice that is was so cold and you had to drive home in the rain , in the dark.
    You back to being the chief cook and bottle washer it looks like.
    There is some nice BBQ's out there that are not Weber, but not many. Like you said can be tricky cooking on a strange BBQ.

  2. Great solution to that a/c issue. I'd have done the same, don't like frostbite... :c)

  3. Interesting about the Nest Thermostat as I'm still contemplating buying one. I've tried one and all I did was move the dial to the temp I wanted and it worked. Maybe the cottage owners had it on some kind of auto-schedule.

  4. It isn't much fun being cold so I can understand why you only spent one night.

  5. When I have a jalapeno sausage, I want to KNOW it.


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