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| Whaddaya want? They're cats. You try to get them to pose for a picture! |
Happy Birthday Hamish Pie* and Basil Boo*!
'Scoakat' rhymes with 'Snow Hat'! - - Just my thoughts on music, humor, our life in Madison and anything else I feel like.
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| Whaddaya want? They're cats. You try to get them to pose for a picture! |


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| Tulips in snow. |
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| More Tulips in snow. |
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| Not Tulips. Daffodil among the coming Irises. |
It is not quite fully here yet - there is talk of snow later this week - but it is pretty damn close. It is still a little too early and the ground is a little too soft for yard work. But the time is coming fast. I've spent all winter sick from one thing or another. I'm looking to spring to be a new beginning, new health and wellness in warmer weather.
Then I put Little Lulu went back where I found her. Back to where she lay since - I would guess - the late 1950's or maybe 1960's. We will know it is there - and now you will, too - but we will not disturb it. Maybe someday after we're gone - or moved - someone will find it and ponder it's journey as I did. Or maybe someday someone will be doing work or cleaning and toss it in the bin without looking at it.
Last weekend I spent a short time downstairs with the duster going after the cobwebs in the basement ceiling. I thought I did a pretty good job until I went down there for something the other night and in the light of the bulbs, as opposed to the daylight streaming in earlier, there were many more cobwebs to see. Enough for me to make a note on my to-do list to cobweb the basement after dark, specifically. So that is what I went down to do last night.
I set up my bluetooth speaker so I could listen to one of my podcasts as I cobwebbed, and as I started I almost immediately saw the corner of something sticking out over one of the air returns. I must have bumped it with the duster enough to make it visible to me. I immediately recognized it as a thin magazine style reading material when I touched it. ![]() |
| Found on the air return, top right. |


So, am I selfish? Do I have OCD with anxieties? A form of agoraphobia? Or am I just an ass?

The band is celebrating the 20th anniversary of their debut album, Garbage. It has been recently remastered and released along with many of the b-sides from that era. I almost ordered it but there wasn't anything new on it, just remastered, and that wasn't enough for me. I do like Garbage, especially because they are from Madison here, but I'm not fanatical about them and they are not what I normally listen to and these days I pick and choose who I spend my money on. We paid for two tickets to the show, there's our support.
It's almost the middle of October and I haven't posted much of anything lately. Well, I could do a This-And-Thats post but it would probably be rather short. I could rant about the Wisconsin Badgers pathetic offense or rave about the undefeated Green Bay Packers, but I'm not a sports writer. So about all that's left that has happened lately is getting a new refrigerator. So be it!
And tomorrow the garage door guy will be out to fix the spring so I can use the big door again. I do know it is something I could most likely do myself, but I never have and when you get that spring wound it's got lots of scary power. Yeah, I'll just let the pro do it.
I don't want to spend a whole lot of time on it, but it was not the best dinner in this series that we've attended. The rep for Deschutes Brewery was a likable guy who had the knowledge of the brewery but had bad timing for his between course talks. Normally the waitresses have a routine; serve the featured beer, serve the course, remove plates and glasses as finished, and repeat for all 5 or 6 courses. The rep has everyone's attention when the featured beer is being served, not when everybody gets the paired course of food. There was some good swag included - pint glass, can/bottle coolie, sticker and what is a wide rubber band with their name printed on it that I think they want to be a wristband - I didn't say it was all good swag.
The washer/dryer stand is pretty cool. It's only 12 inches high but makes a world of difference getting laundry in and out - or will. I've been busy (okay - lazy on Sunday, but that's what Sundays are for!) since then so I finally got them balanced and hooked up again tonight. Essentially, the stand doubles the height of the opening from when they were on the floor. And that means a lot when you have a back like mine, but I still keep an old office chair down there so I don't bend so much.
I enjoy those days spent working on a project in the garage for hours at a time. Playing music and making sawdust are always fun, but the accomplishment of creation is nice, too. I had one of those days yesterday, creating a stand for the washer and dryer and also a small platform for the freezer. We have not had water in the basement for quite some time, and when we have had water it just runs toward the drain so this may not be necessary for flooding, but why take a chance? And the washer/dryer stand will also lessen the bending.
The washer/dryer stand assembled almost exactly as I had figured in my head and crude drawings. Once I figure out the dimensions the length of the pieces falls right into place. I started by cutting the 4x4 legs to an approximate length then pulled out the table saw to help get flat ends. Well, I got the table saw out but the blade would not raise. I tried taking it apart but could not find the problem to fix. This is probably one of the cheapest table saws available, I got good use out of it over the past few years. I saved the blade but the rest is now junk. I made a quick dash to my favorite local DIY center but I did not want the same cheap one, the next step up only the floor model was to be had, then they just got pricier. After considering how little I would need it for this project, I left without a purchase and made do with the circular saw and a steady hand - very well, too. Still, with my wife's permission I just may get another table saw by the end of the week.
The road was closed in front of our house yesterday as many members of the greater neighborhood got together and painted the street. It even made the local news and papers today because painting a street is actually very unusual. This has been a couple years in the making, from individuals getting the idea in their heads and sharing with others, then getting our alderman to introduce a law to allow streets to be painted, to getting a design approved - it is abstract as no symbols or words are allowed - and actually receiving a city grant to help facilitate it happening. I think we have some active and motivated younger families in this neighborhood and we are very happy and appreciative to benefit from them and their work.
I talked to a few of the neighbors as we were in and out that morning, and waved as I carried loads of branches to the curb. I actually would not have minded helping with the painting yesterday afternoon but for my normal physical deficiencies that acted up after the tree stuff. I don't feel too bad, all those young dads on the street are younger and more fit than me! When I was finished with all my trimming, neighbor Dave and I did stroll down to the corner to view their progress and visit for a bit. They were down there until almost dark last night painting, eating, socializing and cleaning up. Today, with the road still closed off, they have been having fun with a kiddie pool and squirt guns and kids all over the road.
In the southeast corner, left, there is a small tree across the fence and behind the neighbor's garage that has been growing wildly, and vines have been reaching out and getting into our lilacs. I trimmed that rather easily but did not go over the fence line. Our lilac is close so I will have to keep an eye on it. There's a couple feet now between them so hopefully no vines shall cross but I know they will try.
The southwest corner above the compost bin was a different story. I've watched that crab apple tree grow up into the phone lines and now get covered in vines. The vines are actually killing the half of the tree on his side yet nothing has been done to stop it. Compounding the issue is another behind-the-owner's-garage tree that is growing out of control kitty corner behind the compost bin. Between them they created a vine highway into our burning bush that I have been trying to get back into shape since being allowed to overgrow before we bought the house and since it almost completely died in the drought of 2012. I must have pulled a couple hundred feet of vines down and you can still see them hanging from the trees. As a nice side effect, the area is much more open back there, no longer under an unwanted canopy.
So after about a gallon of sweat on this hot and humid day what is left is a big pile of neatly stacked branches out front and even more free firewood for me. In the picture the two on the right are from my neighbor's branches that fell a week or two ago, the rest are from today. Not a lot of big stuff but the smaller stuff burns, too. Probably at least 40 bucks of wood there if you bought it at a store, chopped and cut. Oh, and many thanks to neighbor Dave who let me borrow his pole saw today.
I also finished painting the last bit of the foundation this morning. We had been working on it on and off all Summer now, around the weekends and the weather. The new paint is only in the lower right of this picture, for a before and after. The missing paint came off when I power washed it. Now, black as Swedish Death Metal, it matches the garage trim and window trim much better. 