The Basement in the Attic

My random meanderings on lived experiences & the thoughts they generate.


categories:

  • “travel”

Greetings Gentle Reader, ‘tis time to prepare for vacation. The Teen is making a brilliant use of her mom’s legacy, to visit one of K’s favorite places on earth. We don’t have the most well thought-out plans in the world, and I anticipate a certain amount of “eyes bigger than stomach” kind of situations, but if we take it easy, wear sound (albeit unfashionable) footwear, and above all maintain humor, I think it will be a grand trip. I am not a great gift-giver, as I’m an equally poor -getter, but I need to overcome this to supply my host for the first part of our trip with a welcoming thank you gift, to be followed up by something we’ll send afterwards. I also want to get trinkets to trade/gift when we’re there, and of course, when we return.

We need to gift the friends who will be house sitting, of course. Funny, it’s the odd stuff to be done that worries me. Not clothes (I can tough it out no matter what) or getting lost (our phones will have ZERO data plans, so we won’t have our usual crutches). And now, hours later, I’ve just read the intro to Bruce Schneier’s essay on the fallacy of worst-case thinking. And I get it, we should stop trying to think of what COULD go wrong, since we’re so bad at it. And instead, should look at what responses we have that work well, and accentuate them, keep them well practiced. Like “training your strengths.” Or not complaining about the tools you DON’T have, and get on making stuff with what you DO. With THAT in mind, I’m off to do some errands for the trip.


categories:

  • “life”

Hello Gentle Reader, We moved 2 weeks ago into the little chocolate house about 6 blocks east of TrainQuake. I walked to work today for the first time, bicycled the first time yesterday, and of course, Moto’d every other day! Last weekend, we re-arranged almost every piece of furniture in the place, moving all the bookshelves into the basement. Major project, but the living room now is useful. (It’s layout got a 180 degree rotation, facing North, above, from South (before).)

This weekend, I shall try to lubricate my bicycle (15 years) and K's bike (20 years since last lubed). Then this office will get a 90 degree rotation to take advantage of a notch in the floorplan and my two-table right-angle desk. Of course, I have to unload, reloc, and reload the 2 largest bookshelves in the entire house, but hey. I still havent figured out what to do with the 24” back-gap that’ll result from this, but hey^2.

I saw earth worms sticking out tonight, first time I’ve ever seen THAT! weird and gross and cool all at the same time. I thought for a moment they “saw” my flashlight, but proved quickly that it was the impact of my footfall. Funny, now I know why the early bird gets the worm!

Nifty having a garage again, the air compressor is back online for the first time in...holy crap, must’ve been Coco in 7th grade? Or 6th? So 5-6 years? Anyway, when I put it in place, I thought that for me, “home is where the air compressor is” because it represents such a fixed-asset.

Also watched “Devil in the Blue Dress” tonight, and I must say I loved the way EZ Rawlins spoke of loving his house and going home. I wanted to feel that, but I think “home” for me is tied up in my MAKING it, which by any real estimate, I am now too old and poor to ever accomplish. Sad, really, seeing the limits to one’s time-axis begin to resolve. To far to range, but clearly it’s there. A lesson K’s death teaches me every day. Peace, up to a point.


categories:

  • “life”

Today our move from TrainQuake to Spider House has begun in earnest. Sadly the involvement of the teen appears to be in staying out of the way, which is nice, but not my ideal outcome. I’ve muttered to myself many things, this is the last time she will be moved (passively) and that my prime goal is to avoid her negativity. (2nd would be to enjoy her enthusiasm, and 3rd would be to have her help.) Not a very positive spectrum, but it’s what it is, and I did at least get my primary goal satisfied today!!!!! Yee Haw.

Had a nice in-the-dark ride on Serenity, dinner at Trotter’s (no, not Charlie’s, that’s in Chicago) and a hit to the big grocery store to buy (mostly) organics. 3 cheers for Amy’s! This habit is going to increase our food bill, but I feel like I’m taking action. Was walking in the back (west) door of the house, and noticed that the aluminum exterior of the door was faded. This is an aluminum weather-door, painted at the factory to last for a long time, and the milk-chocolaty brown has turned golden on the lower half. Oh boy, our cooling bills are going to be HUGE. The eastern side of the house is well shaded, but pretty much all from SSW through W is wide open. I mentioned the chocolaty-brown color, right? Wonder if the landlord would have fits if we planted some kind of vines-on-trellises?

Anyway, I don’t like the house all that much, but the location is pretty not-bad for our current situation, and that’s a lot.

But hey, the fun’s begun, there’s no turning back now, try to enjoy the ride.


categories:

  • “motorcycling”

Interesting experiment conducted tonight, I gave SSP a ride on Serenity, and I put the intercom to use. And proceeded to ride home like an IDIOT. I blew almost every start/stop, turns were like back in Feb., I was totally unsmooth. Dear reader, the overwhelming change here was the addition of the instant communication with my passenger, who I could not see. In a car, side-by-side, we have peripheral vision to assure us of the other rider’s attention to the same things. The passenger will generally stop talking during stressful moments, or add helpful advice if asked. Now I couldn’t see this person who was speaking to/with me. It was HUGELY disorienting in the most insidious way. Really folks, talking on a cellphone while driving, is far more dangerous than you think it is. Equivalent to 4 drinks? Double it. I would never ride without armor and helmet, but it’s like that. I’d never even sit in an airbag-equipped car w/o seatbelts, and have severe second-thoughts about riding in a non-airbag car w/o seatbelts. This is like cutting the belts and using them as blindfolds. I will keep the intercom for longer non-city rides: it is truly handy and for navigational purposes, an actual safety enhancement. But for putzing around? Never again. Don’t answer the call.

Update (2011): Having now had a BT headset in my helmet for a season, and ridden a 150 mile trip with an intercom and MJM behind me, I can say that the comm's contribution to this entry's events was lower than I thought.  Novel neighborhood, night time, and perhaps MJM's weighing 20-30 lbs less than SSP might've helped.  In any event, the intellectual interruption of an intercom is still much higher than you think, as is the hazard of telephony+driving.


categories:

  • “ramblings”

Greetings, gentle reader. Nothing much to say today, just finished practicing the piano thanks to Garage Band. You can blame Inxs’ song “Beautiful Girl” for making me try this, that and my feeling that the multiplicity of doing things on a guitar as being a little too challenging to my quantized brain. I’d thought of the bass at one point, just for the fun of feeling it, but like KMS wanted a Mustang convertible up until her friend L got one, I sorta lost interest when I heard SEL was taking up the fretless. I may grow up and out of that, but for now, the piano’s pretty close to impossible. I did grasp the scale-thingy sort of in Lesson #2 on the first try. (“Ode to Joy”) It was really a pretty cool moment, when the notes’ labels corresponded to my fingers. Oh it was still a trainwreck, but I got that the B was my 2nd finger. Worth it.

The Teen has been having a difficult time of late, I took most of yesterday and all of today off to be with her. Now I’m sort of tempted to take tomorrow too, sorta for both of us, but I think my work here MIGHT be close to done. She’s laughing at things we say to each other (instead of the TV) for the first time in 2 weeks.

Oh, SCORED her MN driver’s license and a job app at a place that SSP suggested, really one of the coolest little cafes in the Twin Cities. ES is still in WA, I shall go read her blog after this. She has made me rethink my “just a degree” plan in a couple of ways, not the least of which would be actually partnering with her (and others perhaps) in some venture generating tech screed for corps with money. But her role-modeling of it as a serious concern, a real art, is both encouraging AND daunting. Her simple, casual excellence is a wonder to watch and a frightening thing to emulate, let alone reach.

Two rides on Serenity today, damned cold my friends. 40 degrees F has lost of it’s “Gosh, that’s warm” aspects, and is now on the OTHER side of the divide. Weird, how that happened, though the cold I am fighting may be a part of it. I improvised a semi-decent headset installation in my grey helmet, I should test the hot-melt glue to see if the earpieces remain in place and that place is right. Pretty cool, a pair of $25 logitech headphones, carefully broken into their constituent parts, and glued in to make a pretty ok wired helmet. The white helmet actually has earpiece-pockets, so I think I might pick up a SECOND pair to use in there...or I will sacrifice the pair I have at work, though that will take some soldering. (Soft cups on those, might help with comfort a bit. Maybe I’ll hit Target and see what they have...or (shudder) Wal Mart.

TR and I are going to see “Sherlock Holmes” on Sunday, at a cute theater-plus-restaurant. Should be fun, she’s a “Calm Field” to be with, a mellow fun that I’ve missed for a while. Plus, pretty cool movie for $3! (Though the last time we met, the arc-lamp in the projector was at least 2x over it’s rated life, the hot-spot was dancing to every conceivable input including wind-direction, magnetic field variations and traffic vibrations.)

Must remember to pick up a CD player for VJG, and burn her a selection of tunes suitable for sleeping. She’s rediscovering music, and I’d like to try to do for her what SSP did for me in this area.

Ok, the “best” for last. Today is the 21st anniversary of KMS walking down the “aisle” of my then recently-departed grandfather’s house to marry me. My first, her 2nd. It ended amicably, in spite of a long, grinding erosion that I surely must take the blame for initiating: there is so much I doubt that I did back then (VJG says I’m wrong to doubt The Really Big Thing) and I now know (thanks to painful le