Yes, this Monday marks the third anniversary of the launching of Trail Baboon.
Our first post appeared on June 3, 2010. This is entry #946.
Thanks to all the Baboons who helped get us here by reading, commenting, and even writing blog posts on days when I was away or uninspired or too tired to type. This has become a community space, and I’m delighted with the denizens. Whether you regularly speak up or simply visit and wonder, your presence makes this virtual clubhouse a home away from home for literally dozens of us.
One thing I’d like to try as we move into year number four is to freshen things up a bit. And one way to do that is to remodel our home. WordPress offers many cost-free options and some “premium” themes – a step we can afford thanks to our willingness as a group to accept the advertisements that clamor around the margins of this page.
Here are some options, which you can see in more detail if you click on the individual image.
As with any major home improvement project or makeover, this one moves me to paralysis. I’m not sure I can commit to that particular blueprint, haircut, construction material, wardrobe, color scheme, or cost. Does everything have to change, or can I keep some favorite things? What if it doesn’t look the same way on me that it looks on that model?
Otherwise, I’m enthusiastic about change!
What’s your most memorable remodeling project?
Trail Baboon 
Dale, you are speaking to me on this one, I presume (and doesn’t every Baboon feel this way most days?).
I took delivery on the new range on Wednesday-I have yet to turn it on for a variety of reasons, but I think I have zeroed in on the main one. It is so new and so shiney and soooooo high tech, that I have this inner expectation that I will put something in the oven, and when in due time it beeps, I will open the door and the Hallelujay Chorus will play and a picture perfect 5 course meal (including frosted 7-layer cake) will emerge. My grown-up self knows that it will pretty much be what I cook, the way I make it, which is not bad, but not the Hallelujah Chorus meets Epicurious.
I like change too, but mostly on paper-shopping for it, researching it, making lists and spreadsheets, you betcha! I am there. Actually doing it, um, well, I have a pretty full schedule.
That said, I am hoping to recondition some windows on the house this summer and install an exhaust fan in the bathroom, preparatory to re-doing that. The latter is going to have to involve cutting a hole someplace in a wall or something-I suspect that like a band-aid, I need to just rip it off.
Now, about the visual changes to the blog-looks like all the options you are considering involve visuals of previous blogs that one can choose to link to, and as someone who misses some days, I kind of like that. All I ask is that somewhere on the banner(?) there is a trail. and a baboon.
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You should invite me to come cook on your new range. When I leave there will be pasta sauce all over the thing and scorch marks around the burners. It will take you an hour to get it clean again, and from that moment on you will not be afraid to spoil your new range!
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Yeah- it’s like getting the first dent in a new car. You just need to get it over with.
How about S&H invites some friends over and they make toasted cheese and roast marshmallows over the burners?? You, of course, will have to leave the house for an hour…
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I actually knew a man – the Executive Director of Walk In Counseling Center – who, every time he bought a new car, took a mallet and dinged one of its fenders. He told me that this worked to relieve him of the “new car perfection” anxiety.
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Thank you all for the great suggestions on getting over using a new appliance, but I have to ask, will any of those things cause the much anticipated fully frosted 7 layer cake to emerge when I open the door (among its many lovely features, the oven has this dandy bit of hardware that partially extends one of the racks when the door is opened, as if to “present” the lovely item baking thereon-in my case, a fully frosted 7 layer cake)?
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Ah. No.
Sorry.
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i think that you must must must initiate the new oven with you best attempt at a 7 layer cake and see how your new partner holds up on his half of the deal. it may take a while to get acclainmated to the contour of his mojo and the gentle caress of his racks. the fun and exhileration of a new partner should be savoreed so be genntle with him remember he is a virgin. watch out what you wish for as many know here on the trail and now on martha stewarts latest public profile updates, not all you think you are looking for in a mate is really what it appeared to be on first blush,,, but then again it might be better.
enjoy
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Ten years ago we redid our kitchen, and had laminate flooring put in the living room, dining room, hallway, and kitchen. We had lived with cruddy kitchen cupboards for years, and the new ones were so great. We also put in granite counter tops. Now it appears we need to do some refurbishing. I have plans for expanding a bathroom, insulating the garage, new windows and siding, new woodwork, new carpet in the bedrooms, new carpet in the basement (we can’t do that until one of our cats dies, as he has a sensitive stomach and hurls often and upgrading the bathroom that is in the basement. We also will need new concrete in the driveway. Our place is small but I would rather remodel than buy a new house. I would miss the flowers and gardens too much if we moved.
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We have the same issue with some flooring – not worth replacing until our geriatric cat has shuffled off this mortal coil. Sweet cat, but not easy on the floors.
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Our GInger is only 10 years old, so we have some time to wait before he succumbs.
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Protect your cat from home improvement contractors, Renee. Now that they know his continued survival is all that stands between them and a ton of work, his safety is at risk!
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Ginger has very little to worry about. The contractors around here are so flush with work that I wold be hard pressed to find one who would have time for our improvements, much less off a poor cat to get the job.
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What a relief!
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remember the story about the three retired guys in florida, abe what did you do before you retired. oh says abe, i ran furnature store in new jersey. it kept doing better and better every year then just as i turned 65 there was a terrible fire and i decided to take the money and buy a nice house here in florida rather than start all over again, but marv what did you do before you retired, well say marv i ran a lumber yard in chicago and it got bigger and bigger and just as i turned 65 there was an electrical problem in the warehouse and the whole thing strarted in the middle of the night and by the time the fire department got there it burned to the ground. i miss the business but florida is a great place to retire. how about you joe you were form minnesota originally what did you do? well said joe, i opened a car lot when i was a young man in a town south of the twin cities and it grew as the city expanded and i was the largest dealership in the midwest then a flood came and washed the whole thing into the river and i decided it would be too much for me to start over again so i sold it to a younger man and took the insurance money and the money form the sale and moved her to florida. marv and abe looked at each other and said but joe how do you start a flood?
i think i have an idea of how to get your remodel done/
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Rise and shine Baboons!
Congratulations Dale. I will write more later as I am headed to the office. Yet another expansion and remodel there as several therapists leased bigger offices down the hall and added another person.
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Yes, yes! Congratulations Dale!
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Thanks Jacque and Steve. Everyone here contributes to the longevity of this blog, through comments and guest posts of course! And many are the nights I would have gone to bed early except I knew there had to be something fresh online in the morning so Jacque could say “Rise and shine Baboons!”
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I missed yesterday’s off-road discussions as I was off-road on with Daughter’s third grade overnight at Camp Voyager learning about water critters (who knew dragonfly nymphs were so…not pretty?), archery and making sparks in your mouth in the dark (okay, that one I knew, but i got to share it with the girls in our cabin).
As for remodeling…well, there’s a lot we need to do at our house – and someday we may be able to afford some of it. A memorable project from my old duplex was a wallpapering project I took on with my dad. I had recently purchased the duplex and was quite keen on getting rid of the just-too-precious yellow and pink rosebud wallpaper in the bathroom of my part of the duplex (I rented the upper and stayed in the lower…more on that shortly). I knew I needed to re-wallpaper rather than just paint because the walls were in horrid shape and wallpaper covered more of those sins that paint would. So I chose a largish pattern that definitely had an up and down to it and a lovely muted pattern, though no actual stripes. My dad, bless him, was not handy – but he was good with wallpaper and matching up the patterns. So in we went to that tiny bathroom armed with scrubbed walls, rolls of wallpaper (pre-pasted, thank heavens), a ladder, a couple of x-acto knives and a lot of hope. Did I mention the duplex was over 100 years old? And the walls were plaster lathe? Yeah…so we started at the door of the bathroom and worked our way around. By the time we got to the far corner behind the bathtub the up and down pattern was not plumb with the up and down of the joint of the walls. Swearing ensued – my father, who was a very calm man, said words I had never heard him utter (this was the man who once told me that “fart” was a swear word and not used by “nice girls”). Then we got to laughing and said, well, it’ll be behind a shower curtain mostly, so who will see it? We adjusted our angle some and continued on. It was a bonding experience (pardon the pun). Sadly, about 3 years later, the upstairs bathroom pipes sprung a rather dramatic leak, which caused most of the ceiling in my bathroom to give way – and that was the end of that fine new wallpaper. When I re-wallpapered again, I chose paper that did not have a pattern that needed to be matched.
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my mom bless her allowed two psychodyllic wall papers in the house i grew young in in the 60s and it was cool but the corner pattern matching made the wall paper guys earn their stripes no pun intended there either
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The current house has its problems, but wallpaper of any sort is not one of them. And I plan on keeping it that way.
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Growing up, my parents were continually renovating and remodeling one home or another. As an adult, I eventually concluded that their ceaseless home projects were actually a major source of the glue in their marriage. For one thing, the teamwork required to dream up, then execute a plan for improvement helped them to enjoy constant change. Concrete change. For another, knocking down walls and building new rooms drained a lot of tension in their marriage. Dad would do all the craftsman and carpentry work; Mom would do the finishing (varnishing, choosing wallpaper, etc). They worked seamlessly and endlessly on these projects, and the results were usually spectacular. A couple who knock down walls together stays together, I guess?
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I grew up with the constant whine of my dad’s radial saw in my ears and plaster dust in my Cheerios. In every house we lived in, it seemed that there was a room filled with power tools and cans of paint. I hated remodeling as much as my folks loved it, and I swore that when I got a house i would not so much as drive a nail to hang a picture.
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Fun to hear a couple of views on this… 🙂
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When we bought this home we spent a full year doing nothing but upgrading and remodeling it. Some of that was forced on us. Soon after we moved in, the tiles in the bathroom began falling off the walls. I didn’t know how to stop that. I quickly learned that water damage issues do not fix themselves. Instead, things get worse. More and more tiles fell into the bathtub until we had no choice but to tear out that whole wall–plaster, lath and tiles. That was when I found out that my feeble handyman skills were not up to replacing the wall and putting up tiles. A kind man at a tile shop picked up on my incompetence. Sam, who was 6′ 4″, said he could tell I was in way over my head and he would come out to fix things up for us. Sam nearly filled our tiny bathroom, but he was a good worker. Day after day he showed up and dove into the work. But then he began finding other problems, like our ancient shower controls were not to be trusted. A pattern set in. Each day I would get a call from Sam, who would reluctantly tell me there was a new problem. All the problems seemed to cost $200 (and that was back when $200 was a big amount!). I learned to be afraid of my office phone. When Sam nearly electrocuted himself turning on the bathroom light, he called in an electrician friend. My erstwife called in panic to tell me, “Doug is much bigger than Sam!” I spent a fascinating afternoon with Doug as he ran around my attic feeling the wiring with his hands and telling me the story of our house wiring. Two different men had wired the place, he said, at different times and with different skills. He liked the old fashioned honesty of one electrician but had contempt for the guy who came later. He fixed the problems . . . for $200. Then Sam told us we needed a new floor. That was another $200. We ended up living without a shower for a month and with only the basement toilet for two months. It was a huge relief when Sam left for the last time and I didn’t have to quake when my office phone rang.
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Great story, Steve. Sam and Doug could probably get a show on HGTV today. “$200 Job” might not be a good title, though. It could apply to anything!
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Love the way the electrics guy could “read” the wiring and tell the story of who had done what ( and the merits of both workmen). It’s almost like archeology.
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He moved around my attic, mig, with his hands down in the cellulose insulation. He couldn’t see the wiring, but by feel he “read” and then told the story of the house’s wiring history!
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I had that same experience in my house where my friend who is a knowledgeable craftsman was able to recognize each of the five previous owners work and the quality and mentality that went behind the work. The Last owner the one just prior to my moving in was a bit of a suspect character and the work that he did was more of a patch and get ready to move then a fix the problem I learned a lot and enjoyed doing all the repairs over my 20 years in that house I was hoping that the house that I’m in now would be free of repairs for an extended period and that doesn’t seem to be the case not so much remodeling as simple maintenance
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Our most memorable remodeling project, by far, was our kitchen/bathroom project. When I bought the house the year before we were married, the kitchen had flimsy, dark wood cabinets, worn linoleum floor, ugly acoustic tiled ceiling, and hideous white wall paper with big orange mushrooms. Clearly at some point it would need to be redone, but since Hans couldn’t work due to a lapsed work permit and money was tight, it wasn’t in our plans for the immediate future. That all changed when we arrived home from a night out and discovered that a water pipe, inside the wall between the kitchen and dining room, had burst. Hans shut off the water to that pipe before we went to bed, and the next morning before I headed off to work, Hanses project for the day was to knock a hole in the wall and fix the pipe, and he did.
That ragged hole, visible from both the kitchen and dining room, remained untouched for over a month before Hans decided it was time to fix it. I headed off to work that morning expecting to find the hole patched upon my return. To my complete surprise, and dismay, by the time I arrived home that evening, the kitchen was almost gone. When I recovered enough from the shock to ask what had happened, Hans explained that he had to decided to replace the plaster and lath kitchen wall rather than patch it. In order to do that, he had to take down a kitchen cabinet hung on the wall above the kitchen counter. Unfortunately, all of the hung kitchen cabinets were nailed together (yes, nailed!) and what was worse, they were also somehow attached to the ceiling. So one thing lead to another, and before he knew it, all of the kitchen cabinets were gone, the ceiling had come down, and two entire plaster and lath walls needed replacing. At this point it was obvious that the project had taken on a life of its own, and that we needed a plan on how to proceed. We decided to remove and replace the kitchen counter and the cabinets below them, and while we were at it tear up the old linoleum floor and put in a couple of new windows. But if we were going to replace windows, wouldn’t it be a good idea to expand the tiny bathroom adjacent to the kitchen? Our fixing the hole in the wall project had expanded in a matter of 12 hours to a kitchen/bathroom remodeling project.
Because Hans insisted on making the new kitchen and bathroom cabinets himself, the project took almost a year to complete. The new, expanded bathroom, with a horizontal rather than vertical window, a ceramic tiled counter with a new sink, faucet and storage cabinets below, quarry tile floor, and fragrant cedar walls and ceiling are still holding up pretty well. The kitchen cabinets and counter top now need replacing again, but considering the out-of-control previous kitchen remodel, who can blame me for approaching this project with some trepidation?
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You could view this as a fresh opportunity to embellish the skills it clearly required to do the first remodel? I look at it as “building on success” – the foundation has already been laid with the first go-around.
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I appear to be fresh out of the optimistic attitude you have toward this project, Cb, possibly because I’m the one who is going to be living in a construction zone for who knows how long. If I knew we’d be done in a couple of weeks, even three, I wouldn’t mind, but experience tells me it drags on and on, seemingly interminably. But the summer months, when we can do a lot of grilling outside and eating fresh salads, would be the ideal time to tackle the project, so perhaps we should just go for it with gusto.
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Hey all – Happy Anniversary. By good luck, I made three batches of Anna’s Chocolate Chip Cookies this morning – a recipe that I would not have had if not for this group. Thanks Anna!
The main bedroom in my previous house had a long skinny closet that was mostly useless. So in the mid 80s, wasband and I decided to fix this. We ripped out a chunk of wall and added pretty wood and frosted glass double doors – voila, instant double-sized closet. As this was getting finished, it was time to re-paint/wallpaper. The people who had lived in the house before had painted over wallpaper (twice) so there were about 6 layers of paint and wallpaper to come off. It was dreadful. AND, while I don’t remember the actual year, I do remember the heat that summer. Wasband and I had decided to add a room air conditioner when the project was done, but it was so discouraging and hot working in the room that the project dragged on and on. We finally had an “Eureka!” moment – deciding to put in the air conditioner right then. Unfortunately the weather had been so dreadful that we couldn’t FIND a window unit anywhere in the Twin Cities. We called my mom in St. Louis, where they always have air conditioners, and she purchased one and sent it up to us on the bus. Once the air conditioner was installed the work on the room progressed quickly, since it was the coolest room in the house! I still have to rent a heavy-duty steamer to get the god-awful paint/wallpaper off, but when the room was finished, it looked great!
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Glad the recipe is getting used. I love that chocolate chip cookie recipe – it’s hard to make it come out poorly.
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Maybe that is what I need to make first in the new stove.
and a batch of scones, of course.
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good cookies at teenagers grad shindig.
congrats sherrilee and janai
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I’ve already written about our lovely Screen Porch last summer, and Husband has also put in a little sauna in the basement. A condition I mentioned when buying this house “way back in ’89” was that we’d replace the ugly metal kitchen cabinets. Finally in ’95, we got around to this – bought a set of plain oak ones at Sears, and while we were at it (which seems to be a theme in most of these stories, Baboons), we tore up the vinyl flooring/carpeting downstairs and went down to the original birch floors. Then while we vacationed in Utah, a local Hardwood Floor place came in and refinished them. Have loved my kitchen ever since.
I have dreams of tearing down walls to make certain rooms bigger or more open. Probably won’t happen, but it’s fun to imagine…
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“while we were at it”- right up there with “what could possibly go wrong?” or even better, “how hard could it be”…..
kiss. of. death.
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p.s. Hard to believe it’s the 3rd Babooniversary, Dale! And that means you’ve been blogging a total of 4-1/2 years!
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Correct, BiR. That’s longer than a President or a Governor serves, and certainly more pleasant.
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Today we improved the yard by killing dandy lions, layed 35 feet of brick edging for a new vegetable bed, planted tomatoes, peppers, eggplants and zinnias, hauled 13 bags of composted manure and vegetable planting soil for the respective flower and veggie beds, and borrowed a friend’s pickup and trailer to haul home 3-sixteen foot hog panels to use for the peas to climb up, I am tired.
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Wow. I moved some perennials.
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I’m moved.
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OT: We saw the best sign for a yard sale ever on the way home today –
“Awesome Crap —-> This Way” .
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Good morning. I was away from home yesterday putting in the vegetable garden at the house that we are renting to my daughter and her husband in Minneapolis. My daughter discovered that she does like to raise vegetables a few years ago. I am glad to aid her in getting started in the spring by bringing her some plants and seeds and helping her get them planted. This year her husband joined in and we got everything planted with only a little time to spare before it started raining.
We have done some remodeling of both the bathroom and the kitchen in the house where we live. The major part of the work was done by carpenters that we hired, one of them being Bob Ford, a unique individual who has long black hair that is always combed neatly in the hair styling used by Jonny Cash. Bob wanted to tear out the plaster arches in the bathroom, but we worked with him to find a way to keep them in place. There is a wall papered area in the bathroom that I hung myself. Bob took care of putting in a new tub and shower, installing tile, and putting in a new sink.
In the kitchen we have replaced the sink and counter top and added a dish washer. Most of this was done by another local carpenter who isn’t as good as Bob, but did okay. Bob wasn’t available. The house was build in the early fifties by some local carpenters who hand crafted some very sturdy kitchen cabinets which we didn’t replace. These carpenters also found someone to do the plaster arches in the bathroom that we saved.
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Thank you very much for the 3 years on the Trail, Dale, and also for theTrial Ballon blog. I’m glad you are looking at new ways to present the blog, although I like it the way it is. As a guy who is not very good at learning all the new high tech things, I might be a little slow to warm up to changes such as you are considering. However, even if I am getting to be an old dog, I can learn new tricks and accept new formats.
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i moved out of my parents house when i was 15. i wonder know what they were thinking and i realize that the fact i knew what i needed to do was a convincing enough presenter that they bought it. it is amazing what being all in will do to a conversation. i lived with guys for a while and bought my first house when i was 20. it was a fun time shopping for a house as a visionary. it didnt matter what the house looked like, i had forever to get to where i wanted to be. the properties i considered varied from shacks on lake minnetonka which were surprisingly affordable in 1975 to wooded estates in the wilds of eden prarie and chanhasse which was near the edge of the earth. south minneapolis had the advantage of being the community i loved with house that oozed with possibilities but the house ended up in was a 1957 ranch next door to interlachen country club with a basket weave fence seperating me from the traffic on the main thoroughfare of the area. it had a beautiful littel pond that i shared with 6 other families and a wetland between me and the tee box 150 feet to my west. the back yard was a haven of privacy and possibilities and the house was fine when i moved in but provided me with a to do list that was a full page and a half of a legal sized note pad that sat on my dining room table. in 1975 it was not unusual to have lime green 3 inch loop shag carpeting in one bedroom and orange sherbet shag in the next. beneath was a floor of beautiful oak that was standard in houses of the 50’s before cheesy carpet czlled out to the mod folks of the minneapolis suburban thrawl. i was contemplating how to do all the stuff on the list and had a best friend who was not only a sheetrock expert but a remodeling enthusiast. anything io could dream up he would come over and help me blow holes in the wall to get underway. the basement was that awful plywood paneling that upon closer inspection was glued to the cinderblock walls and explained why no amount of heat could make it tolerable in the winter. when the paneling got ripped off the cinderblock walls were covered with murals done by peter busa (owner from 1966-70) who later did a notable mural on the side of the valspar building near the metrodome and as much as i hated to cover them up, warmth was the goal and i heard from my friends in the art department at the u of m peter was exactly the kind of guy who you would work you would want to put sheetrock over. i took the little door that was there and put a window there and pulled out the sledge hammer to blast a hole for a sliding glass door a couple feet to the right of wher the old door was set. a wood burning fireplace (remember that craze) finished the basement and after the bathroom was completed, the bar was carved into the wall stealing a bit of space from the laundrry room and the bedroom, storage room defined the living space down there was almost complete. a new sliding glass door on the back of a walk out to the pond does call out for a deck right? 30×50 was the determined correct size and the pickup truck that hauled that firewood for the woodburning stove simpluy hauled in a bunch of 2×12 and 2×6 to whack it into place. the kitchen was a smile. i had been to hawaii for a vacation and realize how soothing and spirit lifting hawaiian blue and green were so the walls lit up with a simple coat of paint. i made sure the colors in the spectrum matched up with the coolest giant glen plaid red based indoor carpet it was a room to behold. the refrigerator was an abstract impressionis paint job on one of those old kelvinator fridges with the handle that pulled out and would double as a neck tie rack. it was about that time i had a bank evaluator come out and look at using my house as a collateral base for a loan and the guy who looked at the house told my banker my house was unsalable with the wild kitchen that would scare off any and all buyers. my banker got a good chuckle over that one and had to call me in to see what i had going on in my interior design world. the walls on that house moved the roof was replaced not just the shingles but all the plywood, bedrooms and closets were formed transformed and eliminated only to reappear a few years later. you need to try it too realize it isnt what you wanted but then you know. i think maybe that has become a lifes mantra,
ummmm you need to try it to realize it isnt what you wanted ummmmmmm. i went through a wife who wanted landscaping factored in my first 3 kids all got to enjoy that house and i would be just fine back there again. it was a wonderful to greet the day from and thats all a remodeling of the house the life or universe can hope for. i remember appreciating the comment form the rich guy across the street about how he admired all my ambition and energy on the projects that went on non stop there for about 10 or 15 years. i appreciate the memory of the energy now looking back and enjoy the flashes of energy that match the non stop energy that drove me in those days.
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If you’ve got photos, you should do a blog post about it some time, tim – I would LOVE to see them!
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dale 3 years of joy and commaraderie are being celebrated by the trail and i want to thank you for making it possible. it is so fun to be a part of the creative zig zags you lead us on daily and the anticipation of the next tangent and the latest news form the hubble, the op ed page, the birthday book of the internet, it is a true pleasure to hang with all the baboons in a world of misdirection and poppycock on a path that stimulates good talk good spirits and good vibes among good people. it is hard when we lose one along the way and a true pleasure when new ones pop up. its a bit of an insiders club that is open to all by realized by only the select few. thanks to the baboons and i look forward to the trail to come in all the magic dale is able to pull out of the word press bag of tricks. word press makes so much possible that most of us will never realize it is a bit like the rings of saturn. they are there but we rely on you dale to make us aware of the stuff we should look at. if you can continue to throw your cast of characters and sublime wit at the trial for just the next couple of decades we will all smile and cry and propose cures for the things going on out there together. when time comes to step down we will all remember these days and years spent together as some of the finest moments life has to offer. thank you alpha baboon from you loyal congressmember, may the coming years be as rich and enjoyable as the past have been.
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Thanks for the kind words tim. It occurred to me while doing the dishes tonight that if I had been writing a book instead of a blog for the past three years, I would now have a very, very long novel that no one has read.
The blog is much more congenial – and it comes with a community.
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sleep less
do both.
lets celebate your book on the 6th baboonivarsary
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What tim said. And I agree with madislandgirl – if it’s possible, would like to still see the trail & baboon somewhere.
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Happy anniversary, Dale and all baboon friends. This blog, and the connections it has provided to baboons near and far, has enriched my life. Although I’m not an “original” baboon, I have been graciously accepted into this bunch of wild creatures. Through this congress I have discovered new music, new theater, new resources, new recipes and lots of inspiration. Thanks all for being a part of it.
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Very good, Linda. Three years of the sun to commemorate three years of going down the Baboon Trail.
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perfect linda thanks
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excellent, Linda!
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Aha, you’re trying one out, Dale. Cute!
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