Friday, May 30, 2014

A nicer view from the kitchen table

After

I slept late this morning, almost until 6 am.  John was already working when I staggered to the kitchen to get my cup of wake-up Joe. What?  No hot coffee waiting in the pot?  I was so tired Thursday night I forgot to set it up before we went to bed.  Other than pushing the button, John doesn't "make" coffee at 5 am (I don't blame him) which meant he had to buy his on the way to work-- not that much of a hardship because he passes by two Starbucks.


Anyway, tonight is the first night in over a week when we don't have either company in the house and/or a construction zone outside.  It is very quiet. The new roof is finished, along with all the unseen repairs and carpentry. Our roofers were great and the foreman in particular went the extra mile.

I'll guess I'll take a picture sometime, but it looks fine, just an ordinary slate grey roof and if it keeps the rain out for a few decades, we're happy. We can't see it from inside anyway. But there were extra touches I appreciated, like sawing off the rotted eaves of the "garage" and putting up a nice new blue board to cover the ugliness along with the fresh new shingles on the falling down thing. My kitchen view.  Now it looks so nice I'll have to have a gutter put up, so one thing leads to another. 

Before

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Mucho trabajo


Since February the rainfall total in Seattle is over 22 inches, making it already the wettest February-July in Seattle's history of weather records.  Of course it isn't even July yet, so that's really saying something.

It rained again yesterday, but not enough to slow down the roofers so they should finish today.  Then we settle up (gulp) and clean up (sigh) and go on with our lives-- sort of. One project always leads to another, and now that fresh new wood needs to be painted soon.  Then the vacation season starts again, so it's shaping up to be another very busy summer.

Sometimes I look down at my poor little worn-out hands and instead of thinking "old and ugly" I try to send them thoughts of gratitude and love for everything they do for us.  And the peonies are blooming now, which makes up for a lot of pain and worry in life.  All too soon we will be "nothing forever," which is a line from this wonderful peony poem by Mary Oliver.

Scent Hive

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open–
pools of lace,
white and pink–
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities–
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again–
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

   

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The roof gotta' a hole in it...


Our old roof was going on 35 years, so we felt really sensible and proactive having new one put on before there were "problems."

Ha! Never underestimate the power of a hundred-year-old-house to surprise.  Sure, there weren't any visible leaks, but the Seattle rain was still doing its insidious work over the years.  Little did we know that the south side of the house was slowly rotting away over our heads.

Daylight coming through your roof is not a pretty sight. The original siding boards under the eaves were crumbling to dust beneath the pretty blue paint.  The plywood on top was rotting away too, taking with it some of the main rafters.  Soon the yard turned into a construction zone of hideous ripping and gashing sounds while the mess was wrenched off and thrown to the ground. 

But we are lucky. I am so grateful to my friend Tim for his recommendation of Metropolitan Roofing Company.  The job foreman said he would "make it right."  He would never install their beautiful (guaranteed not to leak) product on a rotted base.  A less reputable company might have just slapped on new shingles and called it a day.

When you feel sorry for yourself about how hard you have to work, go out and watch a team of Hispanic roofers for a few hours.  Lumber was quickly hauled in, and the sawing and banging went on until 9 pm.  That's over 12 hours of heavy, hard labor.
Sure, this extra work extends the project and the cost, but how much better to find out about it now, instead of a dark day in January when wet plaster rains down on our sleeping faces? 

What falls apart soon comes together again. It is raining this morning and I'm propped up in bed nice and dry because those good men must have covered the holes before they left last night, about the time we were going to bed.  I sure hope their wives had a nice supper waiting.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Good advice



  1. Smile at everyone.
  2. Start conversations with a positive thought.
  3. Don’t worry about things that haven’t happened yet.
  4. Quit reacting like everything is an emergency.
  5. Exercise every day.
  6. Don’t trade sleep for work.
  7. Eat for nourishment, not comfort.
  8. Express gratitude for the small things you appreciate.
  9. Choose walking over driving whenever possible.
  10. Do things that connect you with the earth.
  11. Put up a bird feeder and become a bird watcher.
  12. Don’t watch the news, especially when you are eating.
  13. Listen to music that calms your soul and carries you away.
  14. Forgive yourself for every mistake you’ve ever made.
  15. Forgive others for their offenses against you.
  16. Stop obsessing over things you can’t control.
  17. Take breaks often to clear your mind.
  18. Do one thing at a time.
  19. Stop over analyzing and start doing.
  20. Stop judging what others do or don’t do.
  21. Learn to say no and really mean it.
  22. Only add to your “to do list” after crossing two things off.
  23. When you buy something new, get rid of something old.
  24. Give yourself some sincere approval.
  25. Stop being a perfectionist, and move on.
  26. Let go of trying to control everything.
  27. Don’t get emotionally invested in every little thing.
  28. Quit agonizing over decisions you’ve made. It’s a done deal.
  29. Remember that almost everything is temporary.
  30. Ask yourself: Will it matter in three years? If not, let it go.
  31. Stop taking things personally, it’s not always about you.
  32. Life isn’t always fair, but it is still a gift. Practice gratitude.
  33. Don’t compare yourself to others. Life is not a contest.
  34. Find reasons to laugh out loud several times a day.
From Stress Release Now


    Sunday, May 25, 2014

    Seattle holiday weekend

    Hiding in the allium jungle...
    Perfect peonies...
    Lots of busy work...
    Goofing off at the park...
    Beach-combing at Alki...and so on.
    Hope you're having a nice holiday weekend.

    Friday, May 23, 2014

    First lesson

    Our little cowgirl-to-be in the pink hat took an introductory riding lesson yesterday  at Moccasin Ranch, a kid's equestrian facility near Winthrop. Thanks, Amanda for the pictures. She says Nova is signed up for a session of beginner classes in June. How wonderful to be "almost five" and already riding horses.  John says maybe we'll be watching her at the Methow Valley Rodeo in a few years?
    I know that special smile from the back of the horse. Nova looks like a real natural up there.  I'm looking forward to hearing about "Little Blacker" later today,  because the family will be in Seattle for Memorial Day weekend.
    It's raining this morning, but the weekend looks like life-- a mixture of showers and sun.  Have a nice Friday and take care over the weekend.

    Thursday, May 22, 2014

    The math teacher perspective


    I forgot to mention yesterday that the 1895 math test was from a school in Salinas, Kansas. That explains the obsolete measurements and the agricultural bent to the questions.  If you want to feel really dumb, you can read all the sections of the exam by clicking this link. 

    Dave has been teaching high school math for a few decades now at White River High School in Buckley. He sent me some interesting comments in email.  (I'm sorry Google makes it hard to leave comments on the blog.)  I'm sure he won't mind if I share it here: 

    Nice Buckley blog post! The WRHS campus has won awards and recognition for it’s design, enhanced by our stunning view of Mt. Rainier. But teens being what they are, you wouldn’t need to search to find a kid who will tell you something inane like “this school sucks” or (one of my favorites) “this place is like a jail”. Oh, really?

    As for the math test… I would need a couple vocabulary words defined first. But with only a pencil and paper, it would be an absolute grind to compute those answers. None of our students could do it, nor could most of our teachers outside of the math department. With a calculator the odds would improve somewhat. That’s not all bad. How many people could make a fire without matches? Who knows how to make a flint spearhead, or even tune the engine on a car and change the oil? But of course the real problem for educators is not that kids have lost the ability to do archaic tasks. It’s that they believe that their clever smartphone will take care of them and provide them with a living wage job.

    Wednesday, May 21, 2014

    Then and now

    Buckley School, Washington, 1890
    I was doing some museum research yesterday and ran across this MOHAI photograph of Buckley School. The first two building priorities in Northwest logging communities were a post office and a school house.

    Buckley is about an hours drive from Seattle, close to Mt. Rainier.  The towns of Wilkeson and Carbonado developed upriver from Buckley based on their coal resources, but Buckley located on the plateau to the west was primarily a logging community and provided services to the miners.  With a population of 898 in 1890, Buckley had arrived - with both a post office and schoolhouse.

    My brother Dave is a high school math teacher in Buckley, and this is the new high-tech school where kids go these days.  

    White River High School, Buckley
    And something else Dave might appreciate. The math section from an Eighth Grade final exam in 1895.  Could you pass? 


    Arithmetic Test (Time, 1.25 hours)
     
    1. Name and define the Fundamental Rules of Arithmetic.

    2. A wagon box is 2 ft. deep, 10 feet long, and 3 ft. wide. How many bushels of wheat will it hold?

    3. If a load of wheat weighs 3942 lbs., what is it worth at 50 cts. per bu, deducting 1050 lbs. for tare?

    4. District No. 33 has a valuation of $35,000. What is the necessary levy to carry on a school seven months at $50 per month, and have $104 for incidentals?

    5. Find cost of 6720 lbs. coal at $6.00 per ton.

    6. Find the interest of $512.60 for 8 months and 18 days at 7 percent.

    7. What is the cost of 40 boards 12 inches wide and 16 ft. long at $.20 per inch?

    8. Find bank discount on $300 for 90 days (no grace) at 10 percent.

    9. What is the cost of a square farm at $15 per acre, the distance around which is 640 rods?

    10. Write a Bank Check, a Promissory Note, and a Receipt. 

    Tuesday, May 20, 2014

    News of the week

     Miniature world

    1.  Ten days and counting without measurable rain in Seattle, the longest dry streak since last October. I need to find the sprinklers. The good news is we're scheduled to have a new roof put on later this week.  That sounds like a big job but supposedly takes just two days, which includes tearing off and hauling away the old shingles.  It will be a noisy dawn-to-dusk beehive around here once they get started. More on that later.

    2. Update on Big Bertha. Contractors say the giant tunneling machine won’t get moving again until next spring at the earliest, already sixteen months behind schedule.  It's unclear if the taxpayers will pay for the cost overruns, but now we know the bickering between the Washington DOT and the tunnel contractor will be settled in court.

     3.  Seattle's first female police chief was nominated this week.  Her name is Kathleen O'Toole, a one-time Boston police commissioner and former inspector general for Ireland's national police force. She seems like a smart, no-nonsense leader and just what the demoralized police department needs. I hope our dithering politics don't drive her crazy! Of course, Boston had their own "big dig" nightmare once.

    4.  Good news, but a little late. I read in the paper this morning that Seattle council members have sided with neighborhood activists to finally set a lower height limit for new homes in single-family zones.  Many new houses in "urban village" areas loom over their neighbor's property and look nothing like what is already there.  Thirty-foot modern houses are built on lots as small as 1,000 square feet by using obscure mortgage and tax records the developers discovered on archived city maps.  (The double-edge sword of all that careful archiving.) The trees, side and back yards that made the neighborhood pleasant are torn out to squeeze in a big box of a house. 

    Don't it always seem to go
    That you don't know what you got, 
    till it's gone...
    Joni Mitchell
    Big Yellow Taxi

    Monday, May 19, 2014

    The iris are blooming

    Goddess of the Rainbow

    Of all the job assignments on Mt. Olympus, Iris had the best.  She was the messenger of the gods, linking her bosses to humanity and flying on the wind from one end of the earth to the other.  She was also the goddess of the sky, filling clouds with water and creating rainbows as she went on her journeys.  A pretty good gig.

    There are over 200 species of iris worldwide, but gardeners grow only a few of them. The big, bearded iris (sometimes called "flags") have been popular forever, and no wonder.  They come in a rainbow of colors with blooming stalks up to 40 inches tall.

    There are thousands of bearded iris hybrids, and the fall seed catalogs advertise their wild colors and wonderful names. Before you know it, a box of rhizomes arrives in the mail and you have more than you know what to do with.   

    Iris are one of the toughest, most indestructible perennials.  They grow in the baking Las Vegas desert and up in the Rocky Mountains. Sometimes you'll see their sword-like leaves sticking up around abandoned houses or growing in neglected garden beds.  Nice people around here plant their extras in the traffic circles.

    Grass and weeds like to sprout up through the clumps of roots, which doesn't bother them much but is frustrating to fussy gardeners like me. The only way to get the grass out is by digging them up and dividing (a hard, messy job) but one that should be done every few years anyway.  

    Bearded iris are tough, but I wouldn't exactly say carefree.  They hog up quite a bit of valuable real estate in a city garden.  But like peonies, when they bloom for a couple of weeks in late spring, you don't want to be away on vacation.


    Dutch iris are different,  and started from small bulbs planted like tulips.  If you've ever ordered a "spring flower arrangement" from a florist, blue Dutch iris will be in there.  They are really beautiful, even though they don't last long as cut flowers.  They're hardy and bloom for years in the same spot.  Another nice thing is the foliage dies back after they bloom (like tulips) and you can forget about them for the rest of the year.  Unfortunately they don't multiply, but they don't have to be divided either.
    As for this bearded beauty, once the flower is gone, the clumpy leaves hang around all summer,  turning brown and ugly until you finally hack them back in September.

    What would Buddha do?

    And there's the "other" irises: Japanese and Siberian.  These are favored by landscapers over the bearded variety.   They form attractive clumps of grass-like foliage with blooms rising on elegant stems that never need staking. They are nice for cutting. The flowers are much smaller than the gaudy bearded iris (some would say, not as vulgar) and once they're gone, the foliage still looks nice in the garden all season long, like decorative ornamental grass.

    They also have that annoying habit of grass growing up through the middle, but since you seldom have to divide them, you just live with it.

    Friday, May 16, 2014

    German mango potato salad

    I have gone where no German has gone before.  I put fresh mango in the potato salad. My ancestors are looking down, shaking their heads and wondering, what's next with her?

    I wouldn't say all Germans are rigid traditionalists (maybe just the old ones)  but we learned from an early age that certain things are done in certain ways, along with many food combination superstitions.  Some things were always eaten together (or not.)  And you definitely wouldn't put untrustworthy tropical fruit in potato salad. My grandmother firmly believed that eating a banana before you went to bed could be fatal. In retrospect, I don't know if all those rules made life easier or harder.

    Anyway, I wouldn't call that real German potato salad, but it was pretty good on a hot day.  And last night I made shrimp fajitas in my nifty new grill basket. What a great invention. I love warm weather cooking and eating.

    Rain returns to Seattle later today, just in time for the weekend. Have a good one!


    Thursday, May 15, 2014

    Mini heat wave

    This is day two of a beautiful May heat wave.  Do you like my festive new umbrella?  I bought a more dignified brown one at Costco, but it was enormous and almost hit the side of the house. Everything at Costco is too big.  So I lugged it back and ordered this one from a nifty online company called Hayneedle. It's hard to find things in tidy sizes anymore.  So what if it has a logo? It reminds me of Europe, where little red Campari umbrellas are a common sight at outdoor cafes. 


    Campari is a bright red aperitif, made from herbs and strange fruits like "chinotto" and "cascarilla" mixed with alcohol and water.  It was invented in 1860 by Gaspare Campari in Novara, Italy.  Up until 2006, Campari was colored with carmine, made from crushed cochineal insects. Yum. That probably didn't appeal to the vegans and vegetarians, but at least it was an "organic" dye.

    Campari is seriously bitter like medicine, or like eating the rind of a grapefruit.  It's considered a light summer drink, mixed with soda or added to cocktails. We usually have a bottle taking up space in the refrigerator year-round,  because for some strange reason John likes it on hot days (very odd, because he wouldn't touch a grapefruit with a 10-foot pole.)  When people come over, he sometimes mixes up a Campari and soda for them, and it's fun watching their faces as they nurse their bitter drink and try to say polite things.  I love grapefruit but not Campari-- give me a nice cold glass of white wine on a summer day.


    Wednesday, May 14, 2014

    American impressionism

    Room of Flowers
    Childe Hassam

    The French impressionists get more than their share of attention, but one of my favorite artists is Childe Hassam (pronounced like child and HASS'm.) He was a prolific American impressionist painter, and produced over 3,000 paintings, oils, watercolors, etchings, and lithographs over the course of his career.  I was lucky to see one of his famous "flag" paintings in a private home once, and it was unforgettable.  A Hassam flag painting also hangs in the White House Oval Office.

    Until a revival of interest in American Impressionism in the 1960s, Hassam (1859-1935) was considered to be an "abandoned genius." Here's some examples:

     Snowstorm

    Couch on the Porch

     Secret Garden

    The Goldfish Window

    Sonata

    Summer Evening

    Mrs. Hassam's Garden

    A New York Blizzard

    The Avenue in the Rain

    On the Beach

    Tuesday, May 13, 2014

    Our darlings





    Spring

    Just as we lose hope
    she ambles in,
    a late guest
    dragging her hem
    of wildflowers,
    her torn
    veil of mist,
    of light rain,
    blowing
    her dandelion
    breath
    in our ears;
    and we forgive her,
    turning from
    chilly winter
    ways,
    we throw off
    our faithful
    sweaters
    and open
    our arms.

    Linda Pastan