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I know, I'm being a bad blogger, no real content for some time. I've been mostly busy, but not a whole lot of that busy-ness I figured would be post worthy. Let me try and fish up some highlights.

Jeff's college-bound nephew has been staying with us a couple days. In true Awesome Gay Uncleâ„¢ fashion, we've been taking him back-to-school shopping. Between the Columbia Mall and Costco, the trunk of the Strat is packed tight with everything from a printer to clothing with a bit of everything else in between. He's excited about his future, I'm happy to play a part in that as, of course, is Jeff.

When I take our proud freshman back to Pennsylvania, I have to pack the car with several big coolers, because dad bought an entire pig (well, the parts of said pig, actually) and is giving us half. Last year around this time while we were on vacation, we lost two freezers full of meat and other foodstuffs when the power was out for about a week. Part of that was meat we had shared similarly in the past. This offering was a gift from dad simply because he has now reached a point in time where he has settled down in his new place since the fire and feels this was maybe some sort of repayment for our efforts during his rough time. Well, no repayment was ever necessary, but this will be appreciated. Mmmm... porkchops...

Since our trailer sustained some minor damage from the radiant heat from the fire, we had coverage from the insurance company to have it repaired. We had hoped to do this before our trip to PTown, but it seemed the outfit doing the work had problems getting all the necessary parts. Wisely, I put off the repairs until we returned from the trip just in case the time in the shop took longer than the week we were initially quoted. I shlepped the trailer up to the shop the day after returning from vacation in mid-July. It is still not finished. Various excuses from wrong parts to health issues. While I was disappointed to cancel our other planned camping trips involving the trailer for the year, I'm now glad I did. This ordeal would've been far more frustrating otherwise. I'm hoping the thing will be done in another week. I'm tired of crashing my knees and shins on the hitch/ball mount still sticking from the back of the truck. I know once I removed it a call would come to pick up the trailer. #firstworldproblems

Years ago (omg 70s!) I used to have a Univox Super Fuzz distortion pedal, back in the days when I was pretty serious about playing guitar. This was a basic stompbox from the mid-late 60s with a limited repertoire of sounds (two filter settings, an overdrive and gain control) and, frankly, sounded like crap by comparison to newer tech in the early 80s. So, I gave it away to a friend who was getting into guitar. He had it for a while and got rid of it too, I think he sold it or gave it away. It's long gone. The other day I came across a database of various effects along with links to ones currently for sale. I looked up some of my past gear, some of which is going for more than I paid for them new. The Univox? People want 700-800 dollars for ones in worst shape than mine was! I think I paid a princely sum of about five dollars for it back in '76. Sadly, I am considering selling off some or all of my axes, amps, effects and other music gear, I haven't played in years. I get frustrated when I try, injuries, age and total lack of practice have a tendency to do that. I was never really that good to begin with, but I had fun while it lasted. Then there is that unbelievable convergence of circumstances that ended up with a brush with some of progressive rock's greatest artists and an inclusion of my random guitar noodling on an actual released album. If nothing else, I can play Six Degrees of Separation between me and most of my rock/fusion/jazz heroes using only a finger or two at most to keep track. I still love music over my other pursuits, but I'm content being a listener these days.

Speaking of luck, I've been working on the fleet of vehicles here at Mayhem HQ, it seems all of them have, in one way or another, needed or are needing rather expensive maintenance and/or upgrades. The truck needed tires before our big trip, plus some PM and upgrades. The Stratus, being a 2000 model, needs some attention too, I have a small pile of wear items that I've been putting off installing, plus it too needs new tires. Even the Mini Cooper is needing attention; though it still seems to me like I recently bought the car, it's over ten years old already and starting to show its age. It hadn't been driven in some time, so I decided to finally give it some TLC and needed repairs. I had it idling in the driveway with the hood open as I fixed the rear wiper and window washer. I turned off the engine and began heading to the house, and I hear hissing sounds. I turn around to see smoke billowing out from behind the engine and then flames. I run and get the fire extinguisher and put out the fire. Seems an oil line from an aftermarket oil catch can had broken, once I shut off the engine the oil leaked into the hot exhaust header and ignited. There was very little damage, luckily, and it took all of five dollars to repair the damage and cause of the problem as well as some time to remove some heat shields and other parts to clean up the remaining mess. This could have been a lot worse. Later that day I was going to take the car to run errands, if the hood were shut and I walked away from the car, the flames would most likely have reached a nearby fuel line and the car would've been toast. So, despite the relatively minor setback, it actually did more to get me thinking about things.

I look at life from both sides now (what, more music? =D). My health isn't the greatest, but I'm still getting on with life as I can. Jeff's parents lost their house, but I am glad his dad was with us and his mom safely in a nursing home at the time of the fire. Dad has a new place he can be proud of, and even though he lost a lot, we are finding some goodies in the salvaged stuff still to this day that might not be much, but mean a lot. I lost my job last year, but I'm in a position where I can go on hiatus and take care of things here while I decide what steps to take. I don't know if I want to get back into the same type of mind- and skill-heavy work I am accustomed to, or something less challenging for my older years. I stay pretty busy here at All That Is Mayhem, Jeff has a good job now that does keep him on his toes, but we manage to get out now and then for fun, friends and culture when we can. We have some cool things coming up to look forward to. I remain very independent and have abilities, skills and the means to give us a good life and not worry too much when something unexpected comes up. As long as I have my health, my home and my Jeff, I think I'll be alright for a long time to come.
greatbear: (glasses)
Today I made an old man cry. And it made me happy.

We were up in Pennsyltucky to take the slightly-scorched trailer to a local RV dealer to have an estimate done for repairs to the damage caused by the fire. Since Jeff's father's birfday is coming up and we couldn't be there for the actual day, I presented him with two of the reprinted photos lost in the fire, saying that I didn't buy these, I had to make 'em, 'cause no store carried them. I gave these to him because I had heard him talk about losing them the day of the fire. Poor guy broke down crying, but in a good way.

He's never hugged me like that before either. Best hug I got in a long time. :)

Next thing I did was hitch up the slightly overcooked trailer and we headed down to the RV dealer. Of course, we had to have a look at some of the new and "previously enjoyed" models on the lot. There just might be an upgrade in our future.

From there we took off for the most important task, which was to get Dad a new place to hang his hat. He had settled on a model from a nearby manufactured/modular home company, and he wanted us to give our "approval." While this too was essentially a double-wide similar to what he had before, it was of much higher quality, with solid construction, 6" walls with R19 insulation, above-average fittings and trim, and overall good quality. My only gripe was the interior used a paneling product rather than drywall, leaving the walls with vertical trim strips every 4 feet. The paneling did seem to be sturdy however, and the various prints available looked like good quality wallpapers. There were lots of custom touches included, with a great deal more extras and goodies available. We fussed over colors of siding, trim, roofing, counters, fixtures, etc. We had the place configured all the way down to the window treatments. He'll be getting a new home with a beautiful, wide-open floor plan for the kitchen, dining and living rooms, plus three bedrooms and two full baths. The thick walls and copious insulation on top, bottom and sides will help a lot with energy efficiency, and the interior should be nearly silent even when some of the loud local pickups roar by with their glasspack mufflers and mudbogger tires. Dad's only lament was he was doing all of this without mom's involvement. It was plainly obvious to all of us that she would've been thrilled with everything he had finally settled on. Jeff's sister, brother and sister-in-law were there for their inputs as well, and I think it's gonna be some sharp lookin' digs. The crowning exterior touch will be the end of the house that overlooks the yard and the field across the creek with the grazing buffalo, the entire end will be fitted with high-efficiency, floor-to-ceiling trapezoidal windows. I told dad to take the recommendation from the salesman for the roof prow, an extension to the eaves on that side which will act as a shade during the summer months to keep the sun out of that side of the house, yet let it in during the cooler seasons. This is something similar to what I had designed into La Casa Mayhem 25 years ago, and it does wonders for free heat in the winter. Unfortunately, I don't have the buffalo.

I think Dad is feeling a little more at ease. The burned up debris is gone, the old foundation had been dug out, and there is a nice hole in the ground that will soon have a fresh foundation going in. In fact, if things work out as they are planned so far, he might be moving in sometime in June, if not earlier. And, yes, I will have more framed surprises when there are places to hang them too. I want more hugs.
greatbear: (reverse polish sausage)
More news on the health front. The shot in the spine did next to nothing as far as making me all better again, and I've since been punted around to a couple more doctors. Today I made arrangements to try once more with a directed cortisone shot (or two) using a slightly different approach as a last resort before being hacked open to have my control wiring rerouted. I got a chance to see digital versions of my big stack of MRI films today, and was able to see in glorious, interactive high resolution exactly where my nerve is pinched off. My spinal nerve bundle looks like a garden hose, but with a car parked on top of it at the L3-L4 juncture, and just about as useful too. It will take at least two more weeks to get time under the fluoroscope, and I can live with it in the meantime. Since taking it easy is the order of the day, it's off to P-Town next week to try and take my mind off of all the bad stuff. Plus it gets me away from Mayhem Acres where I can't seem to stop doing things around the place in an effort to keep sane. This will also be the first real, true vacation we've had since '07. I might as well make the best of the glacial pace of medical care. When we get back, I hope I'll have some real relief from my latest malady. If not, well, I'll tend to that as it happens. Dwelling on such thoughts harshes my mellow.
greatbear: (picard upset)
Why no postings of a more personal nature lately? Well, in a word or few, I've been mostly a mess. Granted, if I look at it from an outside point of view, it does not seem like much, especially when compared to what others I know have been dealing with. But what really gets to me is pent-up frustration. For example, to keep myself sane and make use of my time awaiting a valid solution to my lower nerves issue, I've been doing little, otherwise time-consuming repairs and upgrades here at Casa de Mayhem. Organizing, tossing out accumulated cruft, fixes, etc. It dawned on me that the pattern of how I undertake these various tasks almost borders on OCD behaviour (spelled with a "u" for Canada Day!). It suits me, as I focus on a class of things, I do them well, and I no longer have to worry about them. The feeling of accomplishment and pride in the results makes me happy. However, it's not been without a few issues.

My problem has been that I experience numbness and spasms in my legs, stemming from a severely pinched nerve in my lower spinal column. It makes walking an occasional bother, but the problem manifests itself when rising from a sitting position or lifting even minor weight a certain way. I will tend to stumble sideways, needing to catch myself. This can sometimes lead to falls, or I drop stuff. Annoying and frustrating for someone who is of an independent (and stubborn) nature. But, when dealing with it in all of it's sporadic, surprising nature and faced with failures of the medical profession to give me some solid relief, I tend to get more than frustrated. A case in point being a couple weeks ago, while trying to finish up a relatively minor trim replacement on my garage doors, I needed to stand on a 2ft stepladder to reach the upper parts around the doors. My legs suddenly answer the call by flaking out and I stumble off the little ladder, sending it one way and me the other. I had enough, I lose it, grab a nearby 5 pound hammer and smash the ladder to smithereens for at least five minutes. There was not a thing wrong with the ladder, it was not even a year old. But something had to give. It was my sanity, of course. The ladder just took the brunt of it.

Tomorrow I get to start the last hope in dealing with this. Surgery seems the only recourse, as the PT, shots to the spine and other stuff did not provide any lasting relief. My worry is that this does not do the trick either, and I end up being like this, in a declining state as well, for the rest of my foreseeable life. I've already lost a huge amount of strength in my legs and back, and it's visible more than ever to boot. I am not used to this, nor do I want to continue like this. I want the old me back. I replaced the ladder, but I have not climbed on it. I'm afraid to. Needless to say, there are things here that need me up on a much higher ladder, and I don't want to risk it. Dropping from a foot or two bruised my ego. From ten feet, it could break something.

Since you made it this far reading my depressing tome, here's something to cheer you back up.

greatbear: (seasons greetings)
So, the Great Snow Of Doom of 2010 rages on as I type this. This continues the highly unusual trend of measurable accumulation for each "snow event" around these parts, since my little patch of Maryland more often than not gets little flurries, false alarms, sleet or winter rains instead. This winter, if a single snowflake fell from the sky, it has been accompanied by a craptillion family relatives in a blanket party of varying depths. Currently there appears to be about a foot of sky cocaine on the ground, piling up since about 2pm this afternoon. Various weather websites say anything from a few more inches to a doubling of what's currently here is expected.

This is a view from my front door, taken a few minutes ago. It's shot using what available light there is.

Snowpocalypse


Yes, it's both pretty, and pretty ominous. The power has flickered a few times already, leading a chorus of clicking relays and little beeps around the house as a half-dozen UPSs dutifully come to life and one of the printers resets. While power failures during bad weather are rare here, those which do happen are quite often in it for the duration. This will cause a bit of minor bummage, but at least we will stay toasty warm from the heat of two woodstoves and there is the 15,000 watt generator in the garage that will run everything if the outage lasts more than a day. The view from the back of the house is less interesting, as the scene simply fades to white after a couple hundred feet. No sign of the neighbors, no lights, nothing. Just a whispering roar of a slight wind and the combined decibels of countless billions of little ice crystals crashing to the ground, all joining the White Party orgy.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

P.S.: Many thanks to everyone who sent emails and left comments here and on Facebook with all those birthday wishes. You guys (and gals) are pure win, and it helped make my 48th year on this rock a lot easier to take. Y'all are the best.

T-Day 2009

Nov. 26th, 2009 02:04 pm
greatbear: (glasses)
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

And for those that don't normally celebrate the holiday, Happy T!
greatbear: (face)
So there is a meme running around LJ lately (imagine that). This one asks for a picture of one's self from sometime in the 1990s. I figured it was time to outfit this new backup PC with the scanning software and this was an opportunity to give it a shot.

This is from 1991, when I was building the deck on my house.

1991


In the 80s, I taught myself AutoCAD, which I would run on my whopping 286/12MHz PC. I still have the PC! My major project was this deck. I need to search for the disks containing the drawings. The deck is made with pressure-treated framing, with cedar decking, railings, posts and pickets, with a redwood top cap. I must have done something right, the deck is still standing and solid as ever. It's in dire need of refinishing, however. And only one board in it's over 60 feet of length is showing any signs of rotting. I have replacements.

Yeah, I looked like quite the meathead back then. I guess I still do. I cannot get over how much I was brimming with enthusiasm and energy back then. I thought nothing, nothing at all about undertaking the deck build. But prior to that, I only had a bit of a pause when I decided to take on building my own house. With encouragement from friends, I gave it a go. And, I must have done something right, it's still standing too.

I wish more than ever to be able to have this level of enthusiasm again.

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