Pole Barn Rep Arrived to Assess the Damage

This guy is the local rep for the pole barn manufacturer.  Evidently he made good time driving from his previous appointment, because he got here a few minutes before my other half did.  So, I showed him the roof damage, and let him inside the barn to check out the wood frame.  The wood framing is aces, but the damage to the steel roof is potentially expensive.  When he asked whether this was going to be an insurance claim, I made it clear that it depends upon the estimate; if it comes in below my deductible, I would not file a claim, only to have my premium skyrocket.

The guy was all business, which was great.  Don’t waste my time, and I won’t waste yours.  Part of it might have been that we were his second appointment of the day, on a Friday, and he only had one more before going home for the weekend.  Whatever.  I like the way he rolls.  Major kudos to him for being as comfortable speaking with me as he was with my other half.  Some guys are a little “Where’s the man of the house, so I can speak to him?”  This guy wasn’t like that at all.

We’ll get an estimate on Monday or Tuesday.  Fingers crossed that it’s three figures for parts, travel time, and labor costs.  This could go either way.

Happy Halloween Witches and Ghouls

We never get trick-or-treaters here; it’s too rural.  But, that doesn’t mean people don’t have fun decorating for it, with mini-pumpkins on their fence posts, and scarecrows by their mailboxes.  I didn’t even bother drawing faces with a Sharpie on our home-grown sugar pumpkins, because if I do put them outside in this weather, they will not last as long as they would if kept indoors.  I want them to keep long enough to process for pies for the holidays.  Still, I did some seasonal decorations in Fall colors. Continue reading

Very Nice Recliner Console Loveseat

After checking out several options for cost vs. quality, I ordered from Bob’s Discount Furniture.  The delivery was supposed to be somewhere between 3:15 and 7:15pm.  But, at 2:30, I got a call saying they’d be here in 15 minutes.  I was here, so that was okay.  Two guys showed up, who only came up to my shoulders, speaking Spanish to each other.  It was not in their delivery job description to move my old 400 lb. sofa-bed to the side, where I wanted it, to put the new piece in its place, but they did it for me, anyway.  I asked nicely.

If your job is delivering furniture, and setting it up where the customer wants it, you’d better be all business.  Those guys were.  Don’t dick with them about 2″ to the left or right, and waste their time.  Don’t waste my time, and I won’t waste yours.

This new piece of furniture is the best, even though it doesn’t match with all my antiques.  So what?  It’s a whole lot more comfy than some Louis XIV sofa, or a reproduction of one.

It pissed me off a little that a few hours later I kept getting calls from Bob’s asking for feedback about my delivery experience.  Yes it was fine.  Go away.

Anyway, this new piece of furniture is … divine.


Finally got the pool closed yesterday.  I wanted it done by the end of September, but couldn’t book it that early.  It’s just as well, given the Indian summer we’ve been having.  It’s still in the 70s Farenheit, and I actually got a mosquito bite yesterday while I was deflating floats, and removing the last few leaves from the pool, while the guys from the pool company were doing their thing.  Fished out a rather large frog, not quite bullfrog sized, but close, in addition to the leaves, and launched it over the fence onto the lawn.  It happens.

Anyway, when I tell the guys “I’m not trying to drive you nuts, looking over your shoulder as you do your thing, but I really do want to learn how all this works, since I only bought this house a couple of years ago, and have never before owned a pool.  I’ve gotten the hang of keeping the water quality good, and clear.  This pool opening, and closing process is still a learning exercise for me.”  It’s not always the same people they send over, but every last one of them is happy to show me, and explain what they’re doing (and why).  Let’s face it:  if I knew enough about what needed to be done to micromanage it, I wouldn’t need to call them in to do the job.  Besides, it’s not my nature to micromanage, and never has been, even before I retired from a top management position.

On a completely different subject, I have a piece of new furniture being delivered sometime between late afternoon and late-ish dinner time.  Unfortunately, it’s going to rain on and off all day.  Who wants to bet it’ll be pouring when the guys arrive?  They’re supposed to bring it in, unwrap it, and set it up exactly where I want it, for the delivery fee.

I hope they are also willing to move our ancient 400 lb. sofa-bed 90 degrees around, to put the new piece where I want it, because it’s too damn heavy to move ourselves, but the new piece would fit better against the wall than freestanding in the room, and the old sofa would fit better freestanding, from a traffic pattern standpoint of view.  I’ve already moved the TV into a corner, so anyone sitting on anything in that room can see both the fireplace and the TV.

Duluth Trading Company

I’ve ordered items from them before, some on sale, and some not.  Some were leather goods, and some were clothing.  Everything I’ve bought from them wears like iron, and is nearly indestructible.

When they had a Columbus Day sale on firehose pants, I checked it out.  My other half has been wearing out jeans really fast doing tree felling, chainsawing, log splitting, chipper/shredder duty, and changing oil, etc. on the tractors.  Back in the ’70s, we’d patch worn out old jeans with either sewn on flannel patches from old shirts, or use iron-on patches.  That’s fine for ordinary wear, but not good enough to handle serious physical work that does not involve a gym.

So, I ended up ordering a pair of firehose pants for him, and one for myself.  He loves his.  I love mine.  Mine were supposed to be the “slim leg” verson.  Ha!  They’re baggy everywhere below the waist, but if I return them for a size 2, the waist will be snug when I need to tuck in an underlayer and a flannel shirt.  What I am thankful for, though, is that the women’s versions come in a 33″ inseam.  Most pants for women come with too short of an inseam.  These aren’t supposed to be capris, so finding the right inseam is a plus.

Yay for Duluth Trading!  I love that comapny.  My only complaint is that they use UPS Ground “Sure Post” shipping that entails ground shipping from WI, to your local post office to deliver the next day.  That adds a day to delivery.  Kind of annoying, but it’s not worth paying for expedited delivery, when shipping is usually free.

Moscow Hide and Fur

I love this place.  Moscow is far enough north that even from Idaho, their postcards go through Spokane.  I’ve gotten several things from them, including a finished bear rug (black bear), and a very nice 3/4 length fitch coat.  I got my beaver coat from some furrier in NJ, not from this place in ID.

They also have tanned coyote hides.  We have plenty of coyotes around here, which is why all three of our cats are kept indoors.  Taking out a coyote with a .22 can be done, but it has to be a really good shot, within  kinda short range, so the chances of me picking one off are so-so.

I have a coyote vest.  I wear it with pride, when the weather warrants it.  Nobody is obnoxious enough to paintball me.

Moscow Hide and Fur rocks.

Gift Cards

In general, I dislike getting gift cards, because they’re rarely for anywhere I’d want to use them.  However, I managed to get nine of them, altogether within the past three months.

One was from a neighbor for doing him a couple of favors, good for $50 at a restaurant he co-owns.  We used it; the staff accepted it, along with the cash we added for the overage, including tax and tip.  We’ve been there a few times before, and like the place, so why not use it?  But, it takes 45 minutes to drive there, so w/o either that incentive, or the incentive of seeing a band we like play there on a Friday night in the pub room, we wouldn’t have gone all the way up there.

The rest are from local businesses wanting to attract my business, but expire within a few months.  Most are from restaurants.  Two are within two miles.  Another four are within six miles.

The remaining two are not my thing.  I don’t care whether you give me a full day “spa treatment” for free; I’m not taking you up on it.  There’s nothing ache and pain-wise at this stage of my life that I can’t handle at home with a few ibuprobin, a jacuzzi, and a good stretching of my muscles to work out the knots in my shoulders, with which I need no help.  Anything facial that people go to spas for is not in my program.  A steamy shower should fix your facial issues, unless it’s acne.

We’ve decided upon two local restaurants at which to use these gift cards.  One has a good pub.  The other has a fantastic brunch, judging by the reviews on Trip Advisor, which I consider more reliable than those on Yelp.

Two other restaurant gift cards have potential.  The incentive to go there isn’t high, though.

The one I know we’re going to use is from  place 1.5 miles down the road that has a fantastic fixed price brunch menu.  Everything on it is something that we’d want to eat, and the reviews are really good.


Ozzie Update and eBay Victory

Ozzie is settling in well.  He’s still wary of the dog, and is a picky eater.  If I mix in a spoonful of stinky, wet cat food with his 1/3 c. of dry kibble, he will eat ~3/4 of it.  This is an improvement.  There’s no way we’re going to feed him exclusively wet cat food; it bad for his teeth, long term, and he already has dental problems.  That said, he loves the tippy top of the cat tree, which is supposed to be 70″ tall, but is more like 68″.  The girls consult their cat behavior manual, and realize they’re supposed to give him a token hiss when he passes by, so they do.  He looks at them as if to say “Yeah, whatever,” and keeps going.   Woo-hoo, Oz!

As for eBay, I ordered something that should have arrived early last week, and the seller’s shipping company claimed it was.  It wasn’t.  Not here, anyway.  After three days worth of back and forth with the seller, he finally told me it was my problem, not his, etc.  I filed a claim with eBay for a simple refund, which came back within 10 minutes as “Denied.  Your case is closed.”  I had to get on the phone to get a service rep to “appeal” my case.  Anyway, I won, eBay reversed its decision, and I got my refund — or so I was told.  I’ve got the electronic “paper trail” to back it up, if it doesn’t post within three business days. No need to be snippy with anyone involved, but this is progress.

Other than that, all news is Hurricane Florence, even though it’s supposed to miss us, if the projected swing-around to the SW, then north, holds.

Stay safe, if you’re anywhere Flo’s supposed to blow through.

Update on Ozzie

My other half had to leave at the crack of dawn to go to Binghamton to pick up a trailer mounted sawmill he wanted.  Evidently, Ozzie ate his breakfast and used the litter box, so that’s good.  This morning, I went to visit the boy.  He’s not ready yet to leave that spare bedroom to meet our other critters, but as soon as I sat down on the bed, he crawled onto my lap, and started purring.

He’d been at our local shelter for three months.  Judging by the three full pages worth of medical history that I received upon adopting him, he was not in good shape when he arrived.  I doubt he was mistreated (if he was, he’d be skittish), but it seems as though he was somewhat neglected.  His coat was matted, he had ear mites, and a bad case of fleas.  Never before have I seen a medical history on a shelter animal that required a full three page printout for three months worth of treatment.

At this point, if he’s got anything else not completely right with him, it’s that he’s probably a little too skinny for his bone frame.  When we first got Monica, our black cat, she had a little pin head on a beer barrel body.  She’s normal sized now, proportionally, and at a good weight.  Ozzie has a giant head attached to a long slender body, with really long legs, and big paws.  He seems healthy, but probably should weigh closer to 12 or 13 pounds than his current 11.

When my veterinarian’s office opens, I’ll give them a call to book an appointment for Ozzie’s initial checkup.  The vet will tell me what his proper weight range should be, and will have time to read through his medical records.  The pound had been feeding him 1/3 cup of dry food twice a day, which is what we feed our other two.  Let’s hope he doesn’t have kidney problems, which is not uncommon in older male cats, but if he does, I’ll deal with it as need be.  I’ve dealt with it before.  Another cat I owned developed diabetes at age 14, and had to get daily insulin shots for the last three years of her life.

The only thing I’m potentially worried about is whether “mama’s girl” Monica will get jealous of any attention I pay to Ozzie, and scrap with him.  They’re both fully armed.  I’d rather not have to clean up any drops of blood.

Meet Ozzie

His name is Azule, so we’re going to call him Ozzie.  He’s 10+ years old, and such a sweetheart.  When you take in an older cat, you know exactly what you’re getting, personality-wise.

He’s our third cat.  Our dog will get along fine with him, as will our longhair dilute tortie girl.  I’m not sure about our black shorthair cat, but Ozzie is fully armed, if it comes to that.

Because he’s an old fart, we got him for $25, and the shelter even threw in a 7lb. bag of dry food, and some large (12″ x 18″) weird maze-like cat toy that I think I’m supposed to weave yarn around, and hide cat treats in it.  It’s not intuitive.  The cat, however, is extremely intuitive.  He just needs to stay in the one bedroom in the annex by himself with food, water, and a litter box, until he’s ready to meet our other critters.  When he’s ready, he’ll let us know.

This boy is the best birthday present I ever got that I paid for myself.  Of course I will continue to pay for his vet care.  Those bills have always been mine.  So what?

I think I only need another eight cats before I turn into one of those crazy old cat ladies.  *sigh*