While I was in Sweden, George sent me this picture:
So, as you imagine, I came home expecting to see it …
and it wasn’t there.
Now to figure out how much longer it is going to be….
While I was in Sweden, George sent me this picture:
So, as you imagine, I came home expecting to see it …
and it wasn’t there.
Now to figure out how much longer it is going to be….
Construction is proceeding on the house. This week’s inspection which included the plumbing in the shower and the chicken wire base on the outside house passed without issue. Chicken wire you ask? Yes, one of the layers in the house skin is chicken wire. It helps hold the stucco in place till it sets. Lathe, plus chicken wire plus stucco. Meanwhile there is plastic covering all the flashings and window/door openings…
Doesn’t make for much of an exciting day, just bash, crash and various electrical machines roaring along the whole day.
It was enough that George and I were more than happy to meet friends at Pizza Moda which turns out to be a lovely Italian type place on University Ave in Berkeley. Early it is families with small children. Later it is adults.
Now let me define early = 1730. Later = 2000. What it really comes down to is that the doors close at 2130. Heading home at 2145, we closed the place down. Berkeley obviously goes for early dining. Not terribly Italian is it? Not just having experienced late dining being defined as starting around 2100 just in December.
It made me interested enough to take a look at restaurant opening and closing times. Sure enough – most open around 1730 give or take 30 minutes and seem to be lights out no later than 2230. Then I thought about NYC. Definitely a later operating schedule. San Francisco runs later hours.
Gee – you would think I was living in the MidWest!
That was yesterday. I got up early to follow the lunar eclipse, then I went to bed.
[and when I really woke up, it was 1 Feb].
This is one of those trips where the hours add up to days en route. It was early afternoon on arrival in Copenhagen followed by a rest (SAS has a wonderful lounge at the Copenhagen Airport) before my connecting flight to Stockholm. From there it was the Airport connector bus to the Central Station followed by a taxi to the hotel. My driver was from Turkey. He has family in Germany. We had a lovely chat on the short drive to the hotel.
Taxis are expensive, won’t be doing that again. Excuse is that I was really, really tired and I just didn’t want to deal with finding the “T” and then walking a ways to the hotel.
It is time to sleep.
Before I forget – It feels like progress on the house –
Not me this time, but Alex and Gwen to the East Coast.
The rest of us – George, Dani, other dog and I spent the afternoon at Pacifica
Through the open window I can hear the rain, leaves rustling and the distant sound of an train traveling down the coast. The air is cool. It is January and I am more than comfortable with my duvet and sheepskin. But then I am not on the East Coast dealing with sub-zero weather, high wind chill and general beastliness.
We have fog and rain. The workers put up plastic sheeting to protect the downstairs entryway so that they can continue to work. The tile has been laid in the first room and the sunroom flooring has been started. Meanwhile, I am reading….
or maybe a bit more. But a 4.6 earthquake rolled through here at 0239 in the morning.
As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one awake as Noah told me this morning. Since he is on the top floor, he didn’t hear it coming where as I heard a rumble approaching before the rolling and rattling hit. The Epi Center has been identified as deep under the Claremont Hotel (less than 5 km from our house).
The responsible entity is the Hayward fault with all the usual discussions about us being 10 years overdue for another big one.
A big one that I think will not drop my house into the Pacific (yes, I am immediately west of the fault and I do mean very very close) but rather there will once more be a lovely inland sea from the Rockies to the Appalachian Range. Just think – new ports for cruise ships…..
and speaking of local insanity – here is a post about a dozen garage doors of Berkeley of which I really appreciate the one with the deer since I see somewhere between 2-7 of the stupid creatures every morning just looking to be hood ornaments.
Reindeer hide that I didn’t buy the last time I was in Copenhagen. There they were in the airport at a lower price than I saw anywhere in either Greenland or Iceland complete with packing container and import certificates.
But I didn’t buy one.
In fact I forgot all about it till I was wandering through Costco several months later. No, they didn’t have reindeer hides. But they did have quad sheepskins (origin Australia/New Zealand where we know there are more sheep than people). I looked at them, felt them. The price was seriously lower than I had paid for a single one more than a decade ago at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival.
And I bought one for me.
(and if I can get a file to upload – I will even show you my warm and fuzzy comfort)
The break is over. Today we have workman on the foundation downstairs.
Yes the foundation is complete, but they are adding the steps/skirting at the entrances. We looked at ramps, and they can still be added in the future but at this point would take up so much ground space as to eliminate all the green outside the kids front door.
At the same time, the large pile of slippery clay is being removed and tile is being laid in the downstairs. I think I mentioned that we put in radiant heat? The subfloor is finished and the gentlemen who did the tiling upstairs in the 2014 renovations are doing the downstairs. Their tile work is amazing.
Back to the floor. We are being simple, attractive and extremely easy to clean. The tiles when laid give you the appearance of a wooded plank floor without the upkeep or scratching that is going to occur with two rather good size dogs living in the place. Not quite drain in the floor – hose it down, but easy to sweep, mop or vacuum.
meanwhile, today has been busy – Dani to work at 0500 and bailed out at 1230 – Alex dropped off at 1300, run to the lighting store for a fixture for the front entry and cabinet hardware. Dani had asked a reasonable question this morning – how am I going to get the drawers open. Answer? We need to by handles. Only took two stops – those at the first were lovely but extremely overpriced so we went to the main hardware store used by our contractor, found something just as nice and 1/2 the price (before builder’s discount.)
otherwise, I am cranking away on my version of Illumine knit from two alternating balls of Katia Infinity
It was the usual day before fleeing town. There is the suitcase, there is the backpack. And then there are all the errands which have to be run.
I actually had packed everything last night. This morning after going upstairs to the studio and finding things that should have been in the suitcase I had to unpack and repack. It is always a challenge to figure out what I might want to wear vs what I will actually wear knowing that I am ignoring all dress up evenings and fancy stuff.
Remember – I wore a uniform for years. I am perfectly happy wearing the same thing every day. Being a civilian doesn’t mean that I can’t essentially create an equivalent of a uniform with a slight bit of style and color variation. So that means leggings plus tops. And socks (Stance and other bright things) and sandals. Slightly heavier weight if it happens to be cold and lighter when it isn’t. Since ships always have A/C running I can plan on cool (for me) which translates to long sleeves and covered legs.
My flight is insanely early in the morning. Now perhaps 0700 doesn’t seem that bad to you, but remember I am headed out of SFO (almost an hour on BART which doesn’t start running till 0425) and the cut off time for baggage drop is 0600. I might try Lyft if any drivers are actually out and willing to go anywhere at that time.
Now, if it was George leaving – I would be offering to drive him to the airport.
we all know that chocolate is not good for dogs. Gwen has been happy, healthy and has maintained her girlish figure. What that means in reality is that she is a golden retriever = always on the hunt for a snack.
Foolish me, I left a jar with a spoon on my nightstand unguarded for maybe five minutes. Returning there was a slurping sound on the far side of the bed.
Well, what fo you know? It is Gwen valiantly attempting to get her head in the container but having to settle for the long tongue of greed. No signs of guilt, just the sad look of caught. Just glad the container was plastic.
That and I had just purchased more this past week.
Since George is such a good sport about attending As games with me I just couldn’t turn him down when he said he had tickets to the Cal Football game this evening. Since my dental appointment (actually periodontal appointment) at the SFVA this morning went well I didn’t even have pain or discomfort as an excuse.
It was a lovely walk into town. Silly me, I though he said the game started at 1900. It turned out to be 1930 which still doesn’t explain why it took almost 2 hours to get to half-time. Meanwhile the temperature had dropped significantly. I started to get cold even though there really wasn’t any wind. The stadium is well designed that way.
Never mind I was wearing tights, jeans, a turtleneck, a fleece AND a leather jacket – sitting still means the cold started to seep into my bones. By 2130 I was shaking and elected to walk home rather than tough out another couple of hours. I was sorry to miss the Cal Marching band. Ole Miss was leading (non-conference game) and I will spare you my thoughts on their nickname.
It was a long uphill walk, of which I am sure you have heard me complaining about before. I am thinking about a nice warm cup of green tea and a book….
It has been a while since I have bored everyone else, much less myself with the current status of the ongoing renovation/construction.
There was progress while we were gone. Most of it isn’t visible to the eye involving foundation, heating coils, more concrete, and wooden uprights. And then there is the wiring and plumbing. Where before there were wires hanging and occasional circuits in the house not functioning there are now two breaker boxes on the wall of what will become my utility room. There are pipes with valves where there will be plumbing fixtures and sinks There are the beginnings of walls.
The front entry revision has been started.
The windows have been delivered, we have counter tops, tiles and flooring on order along with kitchen appliances. I think we still have to get the majority of the bathroom fixtures and fittings ordered.
Perhaps I need a check list?
In any case, I think there is an end in sight. In fact, I think an end is actually going to happen…
Pictures? Oh, yes. Just have to get them off my phone….
other than the fact that we have no power today, it feels like I am falling right back into the routine. And no power? Well, this is a construction zone…
What has changed while I was gone?
The foundation is finished, the outer walls are up and the sunporch is framed. There are wires and plumbing and the actual outline of rooms. There is no longer a front entry way to the house, at least during the day as there is now a gaping hole between the front steps and the top of the stairs. A temporary ramp takes its place in the evening so we have access instead of having to go out through the living room and down the deck stairs (which also involves transversing the construction zone and prepositioned supplies. Eventually we will have a new entry in the front complete with a set of stairs goign down to the lower level.
Imagine that! I won’t have to go outside to get to the laundry room! ‘
Meanwhile, it is errands, drop offs, and all the usual things that fall to the only person in the house currently with both a valid driver’s license and an ability to drive a standard transmission.
House renovations are still going gangbusters. What that translates is that there are large amounts of each day this week where we will have neither power nor water. Given that – thought I would just drop a quick note.
The cement pouring is complete as is most of the framing. The temperatures will continue to be elevated today which won’t be fun for either the dogs or the human beings working in and around the house. My plans are relatively simple – try to get some work done, run errands and not to fry.
George is still in Germany and won’t be flying home till Wednesday.
We were also in Heidelberg 16 years ago. I was at work, 1500 in the afternoon. The kids were finishing up in school.
Please, stop and think. Observe a minute or more of silence and reflection today both for all of those who died. More importantly also have that moment for the survivors who had to struggle through a world which had irrevocably changed for them personally as well as their surroundings in a new world order that seems to have lead to even more death and destruction.
Just in case you are worried, all that has been going on here is a lot of construction. Both ours and our neighbors who just happen to have a flat roof which in turn translates to horrendously smelling asphalt. In turn that lead me to about three days running of blistering migraines.
Everything is better with meds, but that means that I lose more than a few hours of time. More than a day or so, to be honest.
So as you can see, progress has been made.
and I will not talk about the As and their ability to sustain truly embarrassing losses.
I missed most of the challenges from the upstairs and bathroom renovations since we were still living in Germany. This time? It is amazing how many details have to be decided.
and counter tops –
so it is going to be another trip for Dani and I to find something that is reasonable, sturdy and won’t look like it is dirty all the time.
and we still have sinks and faucets and ….. to go.
Is probably the best thing that can be said about tonight’s game. A solo home run by Matt Olson in the bottom of the ninth was the As only score. Next batter up hit a double but that, unfortunately was followed by a few too many swings and misses.
I otherwise slept in, messed around with my sewing machine and attempted to avoid screaming at people.
(grin – a good day all around. Except for the As…..)
I am not sure what I was expecting from this particular movie. I hadn’t seen any of the trailers and hadn’t looked at comic books for years. Yes, they were definitely comic books when I was a kid. What the difference between a comic book and graphic novel is eludes me completely. Discounting the issue of length and cost. Those perhaps contribute to which category one might apply.
Anyway. Wonder Woman. The movie, what I saw of it was well done. Costuming, fight scenes and all the usual paraphernalia involving the imagining of an ancient but sophisticated culture. Otherwise – I hated it. I never, ever, ever go to fight, war, or violence movies and would not have gone to this one had I known.
I’ve done my time, seen enough death and weapons. Seen what they do to people and can’t see anyway to put heroics, a positive spin or to rewrite history for the sake of a plot. I certainly don’t read fiction related. And besides – this movie doesn’t match the original story of Wonder Woman which was true to the time period in which it was written….
Your mileage may very
It is not that I go all that often to county fairs. The last one, if my memory serves me correctly was in 1988 where I was the weaver in a Sheep-to-Shawl team. Considering that I was pregnant with Daughter #2 at the time what I mostly remember were smells, heat and nausea.
I hadn’t even thought about such things for years. In fact, I had no idea that there were even such things as county fairs in this area of the country till I was given a free ticket at an As game a week or so ago. Since I had the ticket, it made sense (sort of) to use it. Canvasing the household, Alex was the only taker.
So off we went – Alameda County encompasses a huge portion of the East Bay (including, but not limited to Oakland, Dublin, Pleasanton, San Leandro, Berkeley, Emeryville). Rather large in population as such places go. The fairgrounds are in Pleasanton, which is just about as far from my house as you can get and still be in the county. We drove south and east….
Parking cost, of course. Fairgrounds entry didn’t. Alex took my free ticket and the fairground doesn’t charge either active military or veterans. There were the usual midway rides, games to separate you from your money with cheap prizes as a reward. There was junk food galore.
Of no surprise to me were the buildings containing vendors hawking knives, cookware, magic blenders, massage chairs, windows, siding, sports related souvenirs. Except for the teams which were most prominently displayed, I’d swear it was the same old guy from another state and decades ago. There has to be a fair circuit and things that are only and always sold there.
After an hour or so of wandering we finally found the buildings housing the hobbies, exhibits, small animals and other fun. The hobbies building turned out to have old people (whoops – folks of my age) demonstrating various crafts) while the rest of the hall was filled with cases featuring various “collections.” There is no way I can really put words to this strangeness so I will add in photos as soon as I track down the USB cable.
The small animal barn had bunnies, lots and lots of bunnies along with ducklings and chicks and a few other small birds. The Agriculture and Wine building had plants, bee keeping and one wine merchant. In the building labeled “Exhibits” I struck gold (for me). Not surprising, quilting seems to have taken over here much as it had 30 years ago in Maryland. There were a few entries in the knitting, spinning and weaving categories. More in the crochet (yes, the obligate baby stuff). Nothing in needlepoint, only one entry in cross-stitch. There was also a category which I found extremely strange – place settings. Like the hobby entries, these can only be seen and not well described or understood.
I never did find the large animals, but the hour was getting toward heavy traffic and we decided to skip both the rides and the late evening concert. There wasn’t any horse racing today, not that I minded at all.
Tomorrow’s plan? Wonder Woman.