YA took a long weekend trip to Chicago the past three days. I dropped her off early on Friday at the airport. I was really looking forward to having a long weekend all to myself. You all know that I adore YA but since I haven’t traveled for work since March of 2020, we haven’t really had a break from each other for quite a while now.
She didn’t ask me for any input on her trip, except for two questions, one about her Real ID and one about security at the airport. When I asked her if she needed a packing list printed out (I have it on my pc), she said no. (I did see that she had created and printed out her own packing list when I took a couple of things into her room yesterday!) As the parent of a young adult, I was not expecting to hear from much if at all until her pick-up (noon today).
It was a nice surprise on Friday afternoon when I got a photo text of A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by George Seurat with a question about whether this was my favorite painting (I had mentioned my favorite painting was hanging in the Chicago Art Institute – this isn’t it).
Later on Friday I got a quick text about an “ok impossible burger” but no photo to enshrine the meal.
Then on Saturday morning this photo came.
I didn’t realize right away that it was taxidermy – The Natural History Museum. A bit later, a photo of Sue, the famous tyrannosaurus rex, showed up (header photo). No texts about dinner.
Yesterday, there was a photo of a breakfast taco and smoothie and then, some real polar bears at the Chicago Zoo
This was followed by a picture of a lovely flower – the Botanical Gardens. I didn’t even remember that this was on her schedule.
No photo of the pizza dinner last night. Her flight arrives at noon today so no more photos will be coming. But I definitely feel like I had a trip to Chicago even though I barely left the house over the weekend!
If you could get a virtual tour of someplace, where would that be?
All things do eventually arrive. Even good weather.
The corn is all planted and we’re working on soybeans. Growing Degree Units for my area are at 317; about 90 above normal, which, I’m finding hard to believe as cool as it was this spring. But I read it on the internet so it must be true.
I’m still struggling with the pinched nerve and I’m lucky my brother has been coming out and helping do fieldwork the last few years. He and Kelly got to work last Saturday with me pointing and giving instructions and they took the loader off the tractor, hooked up the corn planter, got it all greased, filled it with seed and started planting corn. Several times it became clear to us how many things we just do, without thinking about them, and then have to explain to someone *how* to do it, is much more difficult. Communication people, Communication.
Kelly planted the first field of corn. Again, so many things to watch, that I do automatically, but trying to explain it all to her…well, one thing at a time. It wasn’t helpful that sometimes I change my mind in the middle of what’s happening. But she did it! I knew she could! She just hadn’t had too before. Eventually I discovered I was able to get into the tractor and I was able to do the planting. I have more corn this year than normal, partially because the co-op and I had a mix up of maps and they weren’t spreading the fertilizer where I expected them to spread it. A few phone calls and texting photos of maps back and forth solved the issue. I’m still not sure what happen but it’s OK and I’ll verify next year before we start.
Several very fortuitous things have come about this year. We bought a gator two years ago; one of those side by side utility vehicles. I’m able to get in that and drive it. I can park it at the back door, I can drive it through the fields, and into the shed. It’s been very valuable. And the decision last fall to have the co-op spread all the fertilizer, while at the time was more about precision application of nutrients, certainly became valuable this spring as I wasn’t trying to explain how to run the fertilizer wagon to Kelly. Not to mention having to refill the planter so often. With the co-op doing it, all the corn fields are fertilized at once and I just have someone add seed to the planter and I can go many more acres before needing a refill. Ah, those decisions we make without realizing their full implications.
The barn swallows returned the first week of May and a pair have built a nest on top of a wind chime outside our front door. This has been a regular occurrence the last few years. We’ve learned to put some cardboard down to collect all the droppings. And a Robin is building a nest on top of a gutter downspout where it angles under the eave, at the back door. I enjoy watching the swallows fly around me when out in the fields. I’ve been seeing pheasants near the CRP, (Conservation Reserve Program) fields. He doesn’t seem to be very afraid of me in the tractor. One day daughter took a walk and said she saw an owl. I thought that was kind of unusual and figured she meant a hawk. Two days later, Kelly and I were going to get the mail, and there was an owl! Daughter was right.
Planting corn was almost without issues. On the second to last field, the planter settled to the ground by itself once and I thought the hydraulic valve on the tractor must be leaking. (It’s hydraulic oil that holds it up). When I got to the last field, I realized there was an oil leak and that’s why the planter had lowered itself. Oh. Heck. I tried to finish planting but it soon became apparent I was losing too much oil. Making a run for home, I almost made it before running completely out of hydraulic oil. The next day we found the leak and my brother got it apart, I found a replacement, he reassembled, and we finished planting corn.
The chicks are growing up; they’re kind of at that awkward teenage phase.
I watched a pair of guineas the other day. I’m not sure if they were fighting or playing or mating.
One of the upshots of the “more flowers, less grass” way of life at our house is mulch. We like the look of mulch around all the flowers and now that the front yard and boulevard are essentially all flowers, that’s a lot of mulch.
“A lot of mulch” and “very small Honda Insight” aren’t usually phrases you see in a sentence together. That’s because you can only put 8 2-cubic foot bags of mulch IN a Honda Insight if you want to continue to see out the back window. (You could transport more if you used the backseat and not just the hatch but that lesson learned was ugly.) If you go through 25-28 bags of mulch in the spring, that means several trips to Menards. Yes, I’ve looked into having a boatload of mulch delivered, but one of the things I know about myself is how unhappy I will be with a mountain of mulch that might get rained on before I get to it, is taking up driveway space and is also making me feel guilty until it’s all gone. And the savings isn’t that great anyway.
Mulch trips are in the morning – it’s cooler, plenty of room in the parking lot, not too crowded in the store – so for four mornings in a row, there I am, with my mulch on a big cart. There is an older woman who works the first register shift every morning and she is NOT a happy person. Could be that she resents working so early. Maybe she resents still having to work at all at this stage of her life. Might even be that she’s just not a morning person.
I try not to take this personally, but I’m a chatter. Every morning I say “good morning”. Once I said “Eight of them (the bags), if I counted right”. Couple of times I’ve said “see you tomorrow”. Yesterday was “Thanks”. Nothing from this woman. Not even a smile, which I would have thought would be helpful in a customer service role.
The mulch trips are probably over for this spring but I have determined that if I need more, I will probably just leave this poor woman alone when I go through her lane. It won’t hurt me and maybe it will give her a little relief at 6:15 in the morning. Of course, it’s not as much fun.
Tell me about a time you’ve gotten GREAT customer service!
A diagnostics company in Kentucky ran up a $450,000 bill for an employee birthday party. It wasn’t over the top decorations or a gilded cake.
Several days before his birthday, the employee asked his manager to not throw a party for fears it would trigger his anxiety disorder; he doesn’t do well being the center of attention and worried about having a panic attack.
The glassbowl manager decided to throw a party anyway, planning the fete over lunch in the breakroom. The birthday boy fled the building and ate his lunch in the car. To add insult to injury, the next day the employee was scolded in a meeting and then fired.
The lawsuit filed against the company alleged that they did not accommodate his anxiety disorder and caused him to suffer loss of income, benefits as well as causing him emotional distress and mental anxiety. The jury on the case agreed and awarded him $450,000.
What kind of party would you throw for yourself with a $450K budget?
At Blevins Book Club on Sunday, tim and I were extolling the high quality of Ben’s eggs, having both gotten some the weekend that the straw bales were delivered. Even the organic eggs that I get from my milk man pale by comparison. I commented that I wished Ben lived a bit closer so I could justify driving down for eggs on a regular basis.
I should not have been surprised when I got a text from tim today saying maybe we could do some kind of driving swap/egg coop arrangements. For the first five minutes after I got the text, I thought “tim is one crazy dude.” Then the next five minutes I was emailing Ben with a few questions to even determine the feasibility of this.
The third five minutes I was looking up directions between my house and Ben’s farm and thinking about how every few weeks I could get in almost 3 hours of books on tape when I was driving down and bacl. And the fourth five minutes I was thinking about the spreadsheet I could design if this turns out to be do-able and more baboons than just tim and I can co-op (a lot of this does depend on Ben’s chickens after all).
I’m not sure what the next few five-minute increments will bring – but please don’t anybody tell my milk man!
Last week I extolled calling a professional concerning my front porch. The stucco guys weren’t the only professionals I called upon last week.
The story of my “privy” is a long one. When I moved into my house 30 years ago, the lid on the bank had been previously broken in 2 places and glues back together….badly. The glue had been liberally applied and the excess, which had yellowed, had not been wipe off. It looked so awful that I always draped a towel or napkin over it. A few years later, it got dropped and broken again, this time it couldn’t be put back together again. Luckily YA, Child back then, found an exact replacement at Architectural Antiques downtown.
I had learned early on to changed out the tank ball; it needed to be done every year or so. I also installed a new fill valve several years back. So when the trip lever broke about a year ago, I figured it would be a quick fix. Wrong. I won’t go into the excruciating detail, suffice it to say, it went from bad to worse and we ended up having to jiggle as we flushed and then jiggling again after the ball dropped. Sometimes twice. I’ve probably spent 40 hours in the last year trying to adjust, replacing levers, replacing the ball. Awful.
I was pretty sure what the plumber would tell me, but when he showed me what was contributing to my issues and talked through the repairs, I knew that I had been right to expect the worse. He came back two days later and voila – a new throne! It uses less water, fills faster and does its job better. I almost wish I had replaced it years ago. YA is reserving judgement as it’s taller than the old one.
Another Minnesota spring, jumps from rain and cold to 90°. Bailey still has her winter coat, she needs to start shedding soon.
Remember the three Roosters? The dynamics are changing. Number Three is the boss now. Number Two can hang out with Three, but number One has been outcast. And three is kind of a bully. One and two got into it a while ago, full on neck feathers raised and jumping at each other with their claws. Bailey ran over and broke it up. Later, all three of them got into it. Again, Bailey ran over and broke it up.
This week was supposed to be all about commencement. Turns out I spent more time at the doctors office than I did at commencement. The backache became a kidney stone, which became legs and feet numb. Lots of tests that are negative so far but I’m having kind of a tough time getting around.
Commencement went well, it was a real team effort and it wouldn’t have gotten done without student worker April, my brother Ernie, my theater partner Jerry, and Kelly, who drives me everywhere and helps out before going to get Amelia and doing all the chores at home. The lights were rented from a local guy, and he even offered to deliver them, which was a huge savings especially since I’m not driving. Had all the helpers getting things set up, hung, cabled, and focused. I was there some of the time pointing and giving helpful suggestions. Some phone calls, one video chat, and several text messages later, April is running lights for the nursing graduation and she did good and it looks great! Had help to take it all down again and the local guy picked it all back up. I am so lucky to have friends like this.
Weather looks to be nice now for a week. Get my brother going in the tractor and I’ve talked with the neighbors about planting my corn.
Ducks and Chickens are still good and hanging in there. With the nicer weather, we could open the screen door so the chicks get some sunshine and fresh air.
When was the last time you stirred up trouble? Was it worth it?
Saw a news story yesterday about a Tesla flying into a building. Watch until the end, because the last camera’s viewpoint is fascinating.
Of course, I assumed it was a Tesla that was driving itself. Imagine sitting back in your Tesla, kind of paying attention and suddenly you are crashing into a building. Turns out that it was a guy driving; he said he lost control. Witnesses suggested he had sped up to make a light before the car took wing. So the story isn’t as fun as a Tesla auto-piloting it’s way into a building – not sure what that says about me.
I’m thinking the driver was incredibly lucky – his entry point into the building was the glass window and door entry way; if he had sailed into some other part of the building at that speed, I wouldn’t be writing this story because the poor guy would likely be pushing up daisies.
When was the last time you flew anywhere? Any flights coming up?
The next step in the front porch drama has concluded. I’m sure you remember the photos of tim and me from sandblasting last summer. So so dirty.
What I didn’t say at the time was that what we uncovered when we got rid of the 3-4 layers of paint was horrific. Completely uneven, a few long gouges and all the holes from when the house had been insulated back in the `80s. My vision of painting the weekend after the sandblasting and being done were shattered. tim walked me through plastering process but as the weeks went on, I knew I wasn’t up to it. 3 years into this project, I just needed a professional.
I found The Stucco Guy through my hardware store. He came out, looked it over, took a few photos and the next day sent me a quote. I accepted but by this time it was too chilly to do stucco work so we made a date for this spring.
They came last Tuesday morning and spent most of the day prepping. Then on Wednesday they did the base coat. It was a little disheartening because it is dark gray on application and it made the front porch seem quite gloomy. They assured me it would lighten up over night and they would do the final coat the next day.
On Thursday, I purposely stayed upstairs in my home office; I was so worried how it would turn out and if I would like it. When he texted me at 4:30 that they were done and cleaning up, I was almost afraid to go downstairs. It’s so beautiful that when I stepped out onto the porch, I teared up a little. Best news? He didn’t increase the price he had estimated for me last fall. Very reasonable for 3 days of work (for 2 of them) and such a fabulous result.
There is some work to be done yet, but it’s the kind of work that YA and I are qualified for (little sanding, little painting) and hopefully will be done within the next month. Only 3+ years to remodel a small front porch. Gotta love these old houses!
When was the last time you gave in and called a professional?
This past weekend was a “comfort tv” weekend. After a LOT of hours gardening and then recuperating in my studio while it rained, I was all about watching some of my standard oldies but goodies.
WarGames. Looking at the technology that was over the top when the movie came out, it’s a little laughable now. Rotary phones. Dot matrix printer. Oh, and Matthew Broderick makes a call from a phone booth. Except for the ones that they keep around in London for tourist photo ops and the one that Dr. Who uses, are there phone booths anywhere anymore?
Hopscotch. Walter Matthau types up his anti-CIA memories on an old typewriter, which he drags with him through the movie. It’s not even an automatic return typewriter. Phone booths in this movie as well. Also, all the information on agents and criminals in on paper in a file room: when Matthau shreds his personnel file, they don’t even have a photo of him any longer.
Romancing the Stone. At least Kathleen Turner is typing on an automatic return typewriter. There are a few calls from phone booths in this one as well which is interesting since most of the movie takes place in the Colombian jungle.
Jumpin’ Jack Flash. Whoopi Goldberg works in a bank on a data terminal (not even actually a computer). She doesn’t have a phone on her desk – although there is one for the whole department of workers that they are only allowed to use in an emergency. This means she ends up in a phone booth down the street. (Then she gets dragged in the phone booth all over Manhattan but that’ another segue.)
A few things are clear. #1. Phone booths and typewriters were clearly a lot more prevalent 30 years ago than they are today. A bit of research reveals that you can still buy a typewriter (Brother and Royal are the top manufacturers out there) but they’re not a cheap as you would think they would be. #2. The plots of a lot of the movies I like would really have to be punched up if there weren’t phone booths and typewriters abounding. #3. All my comfort movies are way too old.
Trail Baboon 