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There are moments…
There are moments where the incredibunctious creativity of others makes me want to kill myself in bourgeois mediocre banality.
It’s not enough that killing trees and small rodents makes me question the role of our sets of states of energy on other celestial bodies…
…except to tell myself that how combinations of sets of states of energy recombine energy/mass is fractionally fractious if not fictionally close to fractal patterns one step away from randomness whose repetition makes us believe in godlike qualities of beauty, purity and real flavours of ice cream.
Better a silent self-delusional god than a loud and complete fool that I usually play for laughs.
I will never satisfy the rulemaking judges of dance because the noise in my thoughts is more musically challenging than perfecting socially-defined steps toward judgeworthy happiness, but I can try.
Mathematical mousing
Two more mouse holes plugged. X minus five to go!
Design flaw?
Apparently, the plastic cover over the 12-volt outlet in the console cubby hole of our 2013 Toyota Avalon can snag on the underside of the cubby hole sliding door, preventing the door from sliding open.
Solution? According to the specialist at Bill Penney Toyota service department: “just leave the sliding door open.”
Yeah, that’s a great workaround on a >$40k car. I’ll use duct tape and chicken wire next! 🙂
There’s already trim coming loose that has to be replaced and an intermittent powered rear window shade issue with this car in the first few months of ownership.
Otherwise, it’s a near-luxury ride so far.
Will intuition intuit its own future from incomplete data?
Where is Def Leprechaun when you need ’em?
I am a woodsman in that I am a man who lives in the woods. I respect the right for private property ownership such that if we are all responsible stewards of the land we own, then our community benefits us, providing us good health, space for happiness and time to prosper.
I also believe that good fences, even virtual ones, make good neighbours — keep your eyes out of my business, including drones, network snooping/spying and next-door peeping Toms — in other words, I believe I can trust my neighbours to do the right thing, even when evidence points to the contrary, thus leaving room for education, instruction, advice and creative/constructive criticism to steer us toward being good neighbours, regardless of the past.
My next-door neighbours, Robert and Lauren Justice and their child, Olivia Grace Justice, like to keep their outdoor lights on at night — it adds an aesthetic value as well as provides a sense of security; however, when I sleep in the sunroom at night, their lights are disturbing, or, when I want to look at stars, planets and moons, their lights are a distraction.
Thus, I am led here, to this moment, where I begin documenting the privacy fence I’m constructing that simply blocks our back deck and sunroom from our neighbours, allowing both of us to use our private property as we please while leaving as much as the woods open between us.
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A few years ago, a subcontractor built a sunroom attached to our house. During construction, I added a “French drain” under the sunroom to prevent water running off the hill behind our house from flooding our crawlspace.
After they finished the sunroom, I built a new wood deck. At that time, the lot next to ours was undeveloped so our deck extended out into the woods.
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Eventually, the lot next door was developed, making us feel crowded in by suburbia:
Before our sunroom was built, I disassembled the old back deck where the sunroom would go, cutting down a tree to make room for the new back deck. I piled the pieces of deck wood on the ground, eventually moving them to the side of the house, where they sat for almost ten years.
Now it’s time to design the new privacy fence. First, I need some architectural inspiration:
Basically, I need a 12-foot tall fence.
So, the bottom six feet will be a louvered fence and the top six feet a type of trellis.
But I want a trellis design that reflects my background, but not overtly. Some inspirations from Celtic crosses:
First “cut” of the design:
…followed by iterations…
I have at least one stained glass piece to add to the fence:
This is the final version I hope to achieve (taking into account the best-laid plans of mice and men, unlevel posts and all that, of course):
The whole fence will be backed by reed fencing from Lowe’s:
But first, time for a beer! 😉
All decked out
Getting ready to use wood panels from an old back deck to make a small privacy fence.
Hope it will cut down some of our noisy neighbour’s sounds.
Details later.
BTW, the ratinator put another mouse in the crawlspace into eternal sleep (i.e., return it to more basic forms of sets of states of energy):
More as it develops!
To the core
Jazzin’ June
Grinder
Thx to Marcus, hostess and kitchen at Longhorn; Mary and projectionist at Carmike; Aleia at Maple Street Grill.
A ding against mothers and fathers who can’t keep their kids from swinging out car doors which scratch brand-new motor vehicle paint in carparks (yeah, Volvo owner who drove off, I’m talking to you and your careless family — curses on you: may your kids suffer incurable car problems the rest of their lives and may you smell of moldy elderberries to rhe end of your days).
I remember my Ecuadorian mystery teacher from a misty youth…
Leads me to fond thoughts of Latin Americans literature…100 Years of Solitude, etc.




































































