I’m having a mental disconnect this week. It’s like my internal clock knows that Thanksgiving is WAY late this year. I’m itching to bring out my holiday movies and ask Alexa to play some of my silly holiday tunes.
Normally I do a lot of my holiday stuff early but the Friday after Thanksgiving is my official “get going” day. That’s when cookies start, that’s when I assemble the cards for mailing and wrap anything that has to get shipped. This year, because Thanksgiving is so late, I’m doing some of my tasks ahead of time. Cards are all done and got assembled for mailing last night. Eggs are all packed into their cartons. All gifts that have to shipped are wrapped. Today I will sort out boxes for each address I have to ship to.
Although I know what cookies I’m making this year and have a list of ingredients I need, I haven’t started baking yet. That just seems sacrosanct before Thanksgiving. But I will be doing the shopping run for those ingredients today so I’m ready to go early on Friday morning. My goal this year is to get all the cookies done in 7 days. Fingers crossed.
But all this normally-after-Thanksgiving frenzy is messing with me. I’m dreaming about my spreadsheets and what order I should do the cookies. And I’m spending a lot of time going through things in my head. The dreams aren’t bad by any means, but it is a little weird. Assuming by next weekend, my disconnect will be re-connected!
Thanksgiving doesn’t engender any of this for me. We go elsewhere and I only have to do two things which can be done that morning. YA has one dish to make as well. So no spreadsheets, no lists and no dreams. Guess I can be grateful that I only have big prep for one holiday at this time of year!
What holiday prep needs to be done at your place but you’d prefer if brownies came in at night and did it for you?
Two COMPLETELY different people live in this house.
Me.
Cashier at a store: Are you a member of our loyalty program.
Me: No, is it free?
Cashier: No, it’s ____ per year but you get ___ % of every purchase.
Me: No thanks.
YA.
YA: I need one more flight this calendar year to keep my Silver status.
Me: And this is important?
YA: Of course.
YA: I think I’m going to book a flight to Dallas for the Jingle Bell concert in two weeks. If I fly down on the day of the concert, I can stay overnight and come home the next day.
Me: You can get the days off?
YA: I can work on the plane and in the hotel.
Me: And this is worth the expense to you?
YA: Oh yeah.
I am enrolled in quite a few loyalty programs; all but one is free. I can’t bear the idea of having to keep track whether I’m making my money back. The one that I do pay for is Prime and I actually only pay half; YA pays the other half. I did keep track for the first two years and with the movies, it was a landslide so I quit my spreadsheet after that. Most of my programs only come up once a year on my birthday. I get the birthday freebie and that’s all. The program at my hardware store is probably my favorite – I get discounts and coupons for stuff that I’m purchasing anyway. Couple of my bakery programs pay off occasionally as well. But the idea that YA would fly to Dallas to keep her status is mind-blowing to me. It’s like there’s an alien living in the house with me.
So the Townhall burn. We don’t know much early history of the townhall. We assume it was built in the late 1800’s.
It was basically a room school. About that size. And if you look at old plat maps it will show that this was always the townhall and there used to be a school across the road. Some people might tell you this building WAS the school across the road, and it was moved here by the great tornado of 1883. Believe what you wish.
A stage was added onto one end at some point in time. A gentleman who’s 80 told me last week his dad had talked about the stage being moved here, which is the first time I’ve actually heard that. We always suspected it, but I had never heard it was moved and not part of the original structure. I got my theater start doing one act plays on that stage.
It’s the building where my parents met as infants when their parents would leave them behind the furnace in their bassinets during the Ringe Mothers and Daughters Club. Both my folks went to 4H there, my siblings and I went to 4H there, it’s been a voting place, if you grew up in the township you had a wedding shower there, oyster stews, ice cream socials, your typical rural gathering place. It had no running water or bathrooms. (When I first got on the townboard, we tried to get the residents approval to install a composting toilet, but they denied it.) The outhouse did have Boys AND girls sides. Two holes in each!
The township had been putting money aside for ten years for a new hall. We knew the front of the building was settling, and with the money the federal government provided to local governments during Covid, we were able to use that money to build a new building about a mile and a half away. It has heat, and air conditioning, and most importantly, running water and BATHROOMS. no more trips to the outhouse. However, you’ll be glad to know we saved the outhouse seats and have put them in the new bathrooms.
A lot of people wanted us to save the old building but there was a catch. The ground it sat on is county road right of way property, so the building needed to be moved. A few people got estimates, and it was ball parked at $20,000 not counting your site preparation and moving utility lines. Plus, we were not sure it would hold together for a move, and that stage end would probably separate. And in the end, we agreed to let the Rochester fire department use it for a practice burn as training for 8 new recruits. In order to do that, the fire department had to show that it had “interior firefighting value “, and thankfully, it tested negative for asbestos, before the DNR would issue a permit. One man, a training officer with the fire department, built eight individual rooms inside, complete with sheetrock, in order to have eight practice fires before burning the entire structure.
Saturday morning, November 9th, I was there for the whole event. More interesting than the fire itself was watching and observing the fireman and how they went about their duties.
Everything from the “shuffle” they must do when the motion sensor on their uniform goes off, to the trailer used to refill their oxygen tanks onsite. (The sensor is known as a PASS system – Personal Alert Safety System, and it’s activated by a lack of motion. As they stood outside talking, the alarm would go off and they’d “shuffle” or rock back and forth a bit or jump or something just to stop it. It was fun to observe that, but obviously, if someone goes down in a fire, it would be invaluable.)
They practiced cutting holes in the roof and walls, learning how not to cut through the actual roof supports. We discovered there was no insulation in the walls! No wonder it was always so cold in there!
Not really sure that many people should be on the roof… My gratitude and appreciation go out to these men and women even more. I commented to one, there’s so much smoke, you can’t see anything. Nope, it’s all by feel, or the one man with a thermal camera near the front.
They simulated a Mayday call where one officer called over the radio that he was low on oxygen and lost in the building. Everything stopped while the rescue crew found him.
It’s sad to see a structure like that burned down, but that is tempered by the fact it went out serving a purpose.
A few day later we found out the telephone box next to the building was a major junction point and not simply the Townhall line. Oops. Melted that into one big pile of solid wire.
What did you want to grow up to be? Ever tipped over an outhouse? Or been tipped in one?
Husband really came through on Saturday and got all the garden hoses rolled up and into the garage before the snow came on Tuesday. There were quite a few hoses.
Sunday he carried them downstairs and piled them in large plastic bins in the room where the freezers and canned goods are. They take up a lot of space. I suppose we could rig up a more space efficient method, but just getting them rolled up and out of the yard was a work enough.
I am the packer in the family. I am efficient, and I can get lots more things into boxes, freezers, and suitcases than Husband can. This also extends to the dishwasher. I am glad Husband isn’t offended when I tweak the placement of things in the dishwasher after he has gone to the trouble to load it in the first place. Packing is not the same thing as organization for daily use, and I must admit I am not the best at putting things away after I use them. I am grateful that Husband spent an entire day a couple of weeks ago vacuuming and reorganizing things in the garage for winter. We have too many tools, garden implements, fencing, stakes, and miscellaneous things. When my father lived with us he took great care in organizing all the tools and things that we brought with him from Luverne. I am afraid neither I nor Husband have kept Dad’s things as organized as he would have. Now we will be hauling most of it back to Luverne when we move.
I leave storage of Husband’s grilling/smoking equipment and supplies entirely to him. His usual solution to storage issues it to just buy another plastic storage bin for all his wood, smoking chips, and briquets whether or not the ones he has are full. The bins annoy me, but at least they are stackable. I hope that we can have a better organization and storage strategy for all our things after we move. Maybe it will be easier starting from scratch rather than obtaining things and storing them as they are acquired. People keep asking me what I am going to do with my free time after I retire. I tell them I am going to spend my time cleaning the house. It will be nice to have time to organize and not have things stored haphazardly as we do now.
What storage/organization strategies do you use? What sort of dishwasher loader are you? Ever rented a storage unit?
So….. the reason that I was lurking around Southdale on Tuesday was that I went to the movies!
This may not seem like an amazing circumstance to you, but the last time I went to the movies by myself was when Princess Bride was released. The fourth day in a row that I went to see it, I couldn’t convince anybody else to join me.
For most of the last thirty years, I’ve gone to the movies on average once a year. Almost always on Christmas Day with YA. Part of it is that I just don’t get worked up much for the movies that Hollywood has been pumping out for decades and the other part is I just don’t see the value of coughing up that much cash when the movie will be out in a year or so (although even less these days) and I can see it for free on TV. And when I can pause it if I need to hit the bathroom or refresh my drink.
Anyway… last Saturday at the book signing at Once Upon a Crime, as I was getting my books rung up, I noticed some bookmarks on the counter advertising Conclave, a movie that is currently out. I’ve seen the movie’s commercials and admire the main stars: Ralph Fiennes, Stanley Tucci, John Lithgow and Isabella Rossellini (boy does she remind me of her mom more and more). When I asked the gal behind the register if I could have a bookmark, I mentioned that I couldn’t wait to see the movie. She brightened up and said “just a minute” while she dug around in a drawer. Then she handed me a ticket for two free movie passes to Conclave! It could only be used during the day Monday-Friday, so being a carefree retiree, I headed out on my own.
The movie is fabulous. Visually stunning (Sistine Chapel!) and a very interesting look at the conclave process. A little of it I knew, but most was new to me. Ralph Fiennes gave a masterful performance as did the others. I particularly thought both John Lithgow and Lucian Msamati were outstanding. As you can imagine in a movie about the Roman Catholic conclave process, women didn’t feature as much as I would have enjoyed but Isabella Rossellini played her part with strength and resolve.
So five stars from me and I can’t wait for it to cycle to tv/cable so I can see it again.
When was the last time you were in an actual movie theatre? What did you see?
I worked at the B.Dalton in Southdale almost forty years ago. It was B.Dalton #1 – the first store in the chain, which eventually got swallowed up by Barnes & Noble. So I knew Southdale like the back of my hand. Southdale and Burnsdale Center were the only two malls where I ever worked. And not being a massive shopping fan, I never got to know any other commercial centers as well as those two.
Yesterday I needed to kill about 45 minutes so I thought I’d walk around Southdale for a bit. WOW. I was there around noon and was a little taken aback by how quiet it was. And how many storefronts were covered up with photos and notices like the one in the photo about changes coming in the future. Several stores that weren’t shuttered didn’t appear to be open and the stores that were open were almost all empty of customers. The only lively spots were The Apple Store and the Hennepin County Government Services. I didn’t even know that the HC Services had moved to Southdale when they closed their space next to the Southdale Library!
My guess is that big malls like Southdale may not survive. I can’t imagine what they think they’re going to do liven it up. Even Santa’s workshop/photo op is abysmally small (and not open at noon) up on the second floor! Between the pandemic and the rise of free shipping and the seemingly growing sense that we’ve over-materialized ourselves, maybe big huge commercial centers are dying a quiet death. I’d probably need more research to really answer this question but unfortunately it’s not research I would relish. Just have to wait and see.
When was the last time you were in a mall? Do you have a go-to shopping spot?
I had lunch yesterday with a few girlfriends. Our conversations always range all over the place so one of my friends mentioning she had seen an article about aliens wasn’t too weird. She couldn’t find the article online (on her phone) but that didn’t stop the rest of us from glomming on. Another friend said she’d seen a theory that aliens are already here.
I suggested that if there were actually aliens here we would never know it. Considering how far we have yet to go to even get ourselves to Mars, any aliens who have the considerable enough technology to get here would certainly have enough technology to go undetected by us.
After a bit more silly discussion I asked WHY these aliens would be here among us. Maybe we’re just an amusement part for these aliens. Another friend said the article claimed that the aliens were here to save us. Another big WHY from me at that point. Maybe we’re some alien high-school kids science project – kind of like an ant farm.
None of my friends actually believe in aliens, at least not little green men in mental saucers. I fall into Carl Sagan’s camp when he says in his book Contact “The universe is a pretty big place. It’s bigger than anything anyone has ever dreamed of before. So if it’s just us… seems like an awful waste of space.” Although if there were a way to bet that we would be done as a species before we made any contact from elsewhere in the universe, I’d take that bet.
When I was a freshman in high school, PBS aired The Six Wives of Henry VIII – a one-hour segment for each wife over the course of six weeks. I do not remember why I watched the first one – it could have been because one of my folks turned it on, although neither of them were big history buffs. It could also have just been a happy accident – by the end of the first episode, I was completely hooked. That was the day that my interest in the Tudors was born. About a year later, Masterpiece Theatre showed Elizabeth I, another six-part series. Glenda Jackson was fabulous in this. It was also about this time that I saw Anne of a Thousand Days. Any time I think of Anne Boleyn, I also see Genevieve Bujold in my minds’ eye. Even when I hear this:
I would not call myself an expert in Elizabeth or any of her Tudor relatives, but I’m pretty sure I know more than your average Joe. I remember being amazed when one of my Metro State professors, who I’ve always thought was just the smartest guy ever, didn’t know the order of the six queens. Didn’t everybody know that. Guess not.
Six, a musical that is currently playing on Broadway hasn’t piqued my interest yet – I still have to get around the weirdness of having a lot of singing and dancing based on what are almost all pretty tragic stories. Truly, Anne of Cleves (#4) was the only one of the six who managed to come out ahead of the game. I know a few people who have seen the musical and they say it definitely is good but I’m not ready yet. Maybe one of these days.
Yesterday, in 1558, Queen Mary passed away and Elizabeth came to the throne. I thought I’d mark the occasion by reading Elizabeth I CEO: Strategic Lessons from the Leader Who Built an Empire. It isn’t a new book but I’ve avoided it because “CEO” and “strategic lessons” aren’t on my favorite words list. For some reason this week I’m thinking I might enjoy this – maybe give me some insights that I haven’t considered before. We’ll see.
When was the last time you pushed yourself to read a book you weren’t sure about? And how did that turn out?
This blog was going to be all about the practice burn the fire department did at our old Haverhill Townhall. But then I looked at the weather forecast and my farming priorities changed. Talking snow in the 10 day and some cooler temps and I rearranged things. I’m still not sure if it’s snow to stay, but I decided I better get some outdoor things done and suddenly the blog turns into all this other stuff.
When I’m working in the machine shed, because we already have spotty cell phone service down in the valley, and then inside a metal building, I can’t get cell phone or Wi-Fi in there. 30 years ago it was a big deal when I ran a phone line out to the machine shed. I could call John Deere right from the shop while I was working on something and that was a big ass deal. It wasn’t long after we all had cell phones and the wall phone became irrelevant but still, I thought having a phone in the shop made me pretty hot stuff. It’s along those lines that I need to have, well I feel like I need to have, well I WANT internet out there. It’s not like I’m installing a TV and turning it into a man cave, but texting is a major line of communication for us and I’m always looking up something or other, so it’s a need more than a want. Therefore I am installing a Wi-Fi bridge to send the Internet from the house wirelessly over to the machine shed. A cable from our basement modem through the garage and to a device on the side of the garage, and another device at the peak of the machine shed and a cable that will plug into a router in there. It’s good that I have friends that know this stuff and could point me in the right direction, and it’s good to have YouTube to show you how to do it. The one on the garage is done and working and Wednesday morning I was mounting the one on the machine shed when I got a phone call that my second garage door would be installed the next day. Well crap, I thought that was coming next week and while I’m mostly ready for it, I wasn’t completely ready. So I spent two hours putting a couple supports in place and getting flashing installed where the tracks will be. I had to work an event Wednesday evening and then another hour Wednesday night to finish the door up before the gentlemen arrived Thursday morning and installed the door.
Kelly said it best: “It’s like ‘Let’s Make a Deal!’ Do I want Door #1 or Door #2??” This is called vertical lift garage door. It all came about because I bought a used garage door and opener at an auction for this location. My thought is this will be a good place to park the lawnmowers or the gator or the small tractors while leaving the big door and opening for the big tractor. But then the loft hasn’t materialized and regular garage door tracks would be in the way, which led me to a vertical door. Which also means of course, the door that I bought cheap at auction doesn’t work. Well heck, it’s only money.
I’m heading out to chisel some more, want to try and get that done before the temps get too cold and I should be able to finish that before the weekend.
I’ve also had a contractor out to look at moving some dirt and fixing a waterway. A spot that’s always wet in the spring and the last several years the water runs down the edge of the field rather than staying in this grassy area. That area has overgrown with Willow trees and Box Elder and really, to fix it right, we need to tear out about 200 yards of trees. The contractor is hoping to get too that early December.
I think I have this weekend open, so I shall work on picking up hoses and taking off the outdoor faucet, and until they predict a snowfall amount, I’m not gonna worry about picking up the buckets and such for the chickens yet. I suppose I might have to move a water bucket inside if the temps stay cool. I did put the back on the chicken coop this week.
I’ve seen the three ducks flying overhead. I’m not sure where they’re hanging out, but I’m glad they’re still around.
Next week I need to start lighting another show. And it’s a Christmas show of all things. Knowing my love of Christmas music should make me a joy to live with. And then the second week of December I will have holiday concerts at the college. I should start stocking up on alcohol now.
NEXT week I’ll get to the burning of the townhall.
Monday night we noticed that the kitchen faucet was listing drunkenly to one side. It was an all in one, pull down faucet we had installed about 20 years ago. Something that stabilized the faucet rotted away under the granite counter. The faucet still worked, and there were no leaks, but it needed replacement, so on Tuesday I phoned Daryl.
Daryl is a plumber who has helped us out for 30 years. He really loves being a plumber. He is retired now and has handed his very successful business to his son. Daryl works for his son part time. We have Daryl’s personal cell phone number. I phoned him. Daryl met me at home Tuesday afternoon and told me the kind of new faucet to get. We bought one at Ace Hardware Tuesday night, and Daryl came over on Wednesday afternoon to install it. It is beautiful and works like a charm. You can see it in the header photo.
There are some other minor plumbing things we need done, such as replacing the mixer in the main bathroom shower. That was installed by Daryl about 15 years ago. While he was at the house Tuesday I showed Daryl the shower problem and he asked if we had kept the manual and UPC from the box the mixer came in. I had it, and, sure enough, there was the UPC, cut out and stapled to the manual by Daryl when he installed it. He gave me detailed instructions as to what internal mechanisms to order, and to let him know when I got the parts so he could install them. He has lots of tips to get these companies to honor their warranties, too, as he wants to save us money.
It is so refreshing and hope-instilling to run across people like Daryl who do their best and love what they do. After this I think our plumbing needs will be met until we move., but it is reassuring to know I can phone Daryl in an emergency.
Who would you phone in an emergency? Who are the Daryl’s in your life?
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