Monday, October 31, 2011

Historic Early Storm--No Power!!

Oh dear.   It is indeed one thing after another.  The storm caused much more damage than expected.  I'd gotten off relatively easily after the hurricane and the floods--but this time, although it was spectacularly beautiful to watch the world suddenly turn white, all that heavy snow and all those leaves tore down many many lines, leaving me without power.

I had been feeling quite pleased with myself after my shaking out of the lilac branches in the late afternoon.  After eating  my beef stew I was typing away next to my little electric radiator as the snow continued to fall.  At about 9:30--without a second of warning at about 9:30 the lights went out.  No power.   I dealt with it by crawling into my sleeping bag (after dutifully sending a message to the power company).

Woke up in the morning to blue skies. The lilac bush was once again laden with snow, but I do think I prevented further breakage by my intervention.   I was  convinced the power would soon be on again but set about trying to put things in relative order.

The water is run by electric pump, so no electricity means no water, no showers no flush toilets.  Before the hurricane, I'd filled all sorts of containers with water--but this time, along with most everyone else (despite warnings that there could be power outages) I  didn't do due diligence.  Luckily, the same snow that broke the lines can be converted into water to fill toilet tanks, wash dishes, etc.  I soon learned that a bucket of snow equals only a few cups of water--but did manage to accumulate enough to last a few days.

The large clumps made for easy snow harvesting.

The next task was to check the road.  That was initially pretty discouraging.  Towards the end of the driveway, near Wayne and Suzy's there were thick clusters of branches covering the road.  I managed to shake some of them, but had to go home for gloves before I could really tackle it.

In fact it was not as bad as it looked.  Well, it was pretty bad, but almost manageable.  As I studied the branch configurations and was figuring out how to clear them, Wayne and Suzy showed up.  We made some progress, then Wayne got a little hand saw--and wonder of wonders we got most of it cleared.  I returned later in the day with my lopper--and now the road is as navigable as can be.

And as a special treat as we were chatting after the road work, three of the four bears (or perhaps they were a different threesome) bounded across the adjacent corn field.  An excellent sighting.

By the end of the day, I'd accumulated lots of water for the plumbing, a good deal of the snow had melted, and the road was cleared.  The lake almost looked like a fall landscape.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Falling branches, heavy snow.

Transfixed most of the day by fast falling snow, I thought I was performing appropriate storm alert duties by slowly cooking a beef stew all day, but in fact I should have been doing a few outside chores.

The main danger of these early storms is that the wet snow, clinging to the leaves that are still on the trees, put so much weight on the branches that they snap off, and can easily fall on power lines and cause loss of power. I'd read this warning, and assumed there wasn't much I could do about it.  This wasn't quite true.
After a day of alternating between hovering over the steamy stove and circling the little electric heater upstairs, I decided it was time to venture out.

The maple tree in front, which lost its leaves weeks ago, bore the snow as a tree in winter tree should.  

Other trees and bushes, still bearing their leaves didn't fare as well.

snow laden bushes and trees
The first casualty I spotted was the decades old lilac bush at the corner of the house.  No power lines were broken, but the trees old branches, still full of leaves had been so bowed by the heavy snow that many had already split.  The other two lilacs near the garage were similarly bowed, with broken branches as well.

It was too late for complete salvation, but wielding my broom, I batted the snow off the laden branches and got to see them swing up in gratitude.    The snow was continuing to fall heavily so it is quite possible that they could still bend and break during the night.  I must have been quite a sight swinging my broom at the piles of snow.  I'll know in the morning if I staved the damage.

SNOW!!!



Snow, snow and more snow.  The weather people predicted a huge ridiculously early snowstorm for today--snow started even earlier than they'd thought--and is accumulating at a ridiculous pace--here are some pictures from a few minutes ago--though i fear they are already out-dated as the snow falls faster by the moment.

Despite my intentions to do some furniture re-finishing, it looks like that project will have to wait for a less dramatic day.  I may be too transfixed by the falling snow, and busy with the stew which I did begin first thing in the morning to start mucking around with steel wool and rubber gloves.

And despite my lessons in blade sharpening, no ceiling scraping either.

I have however, on urging from Sarah and Laura, and inspired by the damp chill, done a little more research on wood stoves.  A current leading candidate is Vermont Casings Montpelier Insert.  

Friday, October 28, 2011

Progress in the sun

A day of sun.  Big snow predicted for tomorrow.  The siding is almost finished.  Preparation--removal and replacing of rotting beams, fixing windows, leaks, etc. took weeks, but once repairs were made, the actual tacking up of the siding was almost instantaneous.  From a distance (or maybe even in this picture), the glacier blue vinyl siding does look like wood--but it is indeed plastic--recommended by all for durability, ease of installation and upkeep, etc., but wouldn't we all be happier if we could have maintained a genuine wood house?

I did more scraping on the porch.  Johnny gave me a lesson so I can now sharpen the blades on the scrapers myself, so perhaps I will make great progress this weekend.

As I scraped, a load of laundry dried on the line.   These sunny days are fewer and fewer, so pleased I managed to get the benefits of solar clothes drying.

With the predictions of major snow accompanied by warnings to stay off the roads, the stores were filled with shoppers stocking up on storm provisions.

I was hoping to buy more of that excellent Siberian Kale from Walnut Grove, my neighborhood organic farm, but alas, although they were up and running last week, they appeared to be closed for the season.

Neither Hayek's nor Shoprite was closed, enabling me to buy ingredients for a beef stew which seems like the perfect thing to cook on a snowbound day.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Dreary dreary gray day.

Rain and more rain.

One delightful surprise.  This year, due to the rains of winter, the water in the lake was so high that the rocky island on which swans have been laying eggs for decades was completely submerged, so no swans at all this summer.

But today, as the rains poured down and scores of Canada Geese gathered in the northwest corner of the lake, they were joined (and then perhaps chased away) by a pair of Swans, who were perhaps dropping in for a visit to their ancestral grounds.  The swans have lingered all day.  I'm surprised at how delighted I am to see them making their familiar circles around the lake.  They do provide a bright white moment.  Alas, despite my nostalgic attachment, I feel compelled to report that these mute swans, imported from the British Isles in the early years of the 20th century, have become an environmental hazard.  They eat more than their share of submerged aquatic vegetation and despite their grace and beauty cause a good deal are more of a threat than a benefit.

Ray came as promised this morning.  He removed all the nails from the dining room floor boards that were piled in the new room and we carried them up to the third floor--where I imagine they will winter. Despite all improvements, that new room is still damper than the rest of the house--not a great environment for anything.

He then set to work removing more of the white ceiling tiles--messy dirty work, lots of animal refuse, half-eaten nuts, dust, dirt, etc.   The dumpster is still here--almost full to the brim.   Moving along on this cold dark day.

I myself began cleaning the vanity with Formby's Furniture Refinisher.  It is much gentler than a stripper.  Following directions, I was well protected wearing heavy blue rubber gloves and plastic glasses.  I made some progress, but it was so cold and damp on the porch (and in fact ten degrees colder than the recommended temperature for the task), that I stopped before making significant progress.

The dumpster is full and ready to go.  So much has been brought to the dump--we must be making progress.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

More on stone, tubs, energy efficiency

The day started rainy.  Johnny showed up for a minute--but disappeared almost instantly, as the rain intensified.  It tapered off eventually, but it was clearly not a work day.

On Saturday, en route to the train in Dover, Sarah and I stopped at Sparta Trades. Sparta Trades Twenty-five years ago, when Sarah, Russell and I were living here at my mother's request, Sarah had taken ballet lessons in a room next door.  We had only stopped off to look at tiles, but as we chatted with the owner (as is our way), I randomly asked if they knew someone who had a house in the Hamptons--why I asked this, I'm not quite sure--but I must have had some vague memory as it turned out that 25 years ago Sarah, Russell and I had spent an afternoon with their family at their house in Springs in the Hamptons.  I remembered going out in their boat and eating lobsters, but none of us could exactly recall how we knew each other.  
Still--we felt so connected that we discussed have Devon Basher, the 31 year old son,  a LEED certified  Contractor who works with the New Jersey clean energy program come over to take a look at the house.  He came this morning (no-one else was here due to rain) and had all sorts of suggestions in the energy efficiency department, mostly dealing with finding all spots where air leaks in.

He then helped me put the vanity and the sink in the car to bring to Montague to move along the stone process.

In Montague, Chuck, the stone cutter and expert at Thompson's informed me that the stone I'd chosen was not Costa Esmeralda, but rather Tasmanian Green.  He then showed me a piece of Costa Esmeralda which I actually liked better and decided to use.  Here's a sample.  

Many decisions not quite made--one or two inch overhang, exact placement of holes, but we are on our way.

Since we were talking bathrooms, Chuck asked me if I was in need of a bathtub (you know, if you are reading carefully that I had just ordered a tub the day before).  He happened to have, in his front yard, four cast iron footless claw foot tubs that he had removed from the Hotel Fauchere in Milford, Pennsylvania, just over the bridge.  

On our first trip to Thompson's, on Friday, we had actually done a quick tour of Milford including the Hotel, which was built in 1852 and was a luxury destination for New Yorkers (it had its own Delmonico's Restaurant there in the Poconos).

Chuck was selling the tubs for $250 each, an excellent buy.  He drew me a map to his house, deep in Montague where I got to view this fine gathering of tubs.

I don't think it makes sense for me to get one (or maybe it does), but I do like the serendipitous nature of it all, so you never know.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

More bathroom progress: Graded road.

In addition to getting the sink organized, we're also moving forward on other fixture decisions.

After our trip to the stone yard, we zoomed into Home Depot and Lowe's in pursuit of the perfect toilet and tub.  I've decided I wanted a dual flush toilet (these are toilets that have a stronger and weaker flush, depending on need--everywhere in Europe, but much rarer here).  All toilets are much more efficient and water-saving than they used to be--are dual flushes that much better?  Opinions might be mixed, but it is an excellent idea.

I also wanted the higher toilet (strongly recommended for more comfort, older users, etc), and due to the small narrow configuration of the bathroom we wanted a round, rather than elongated seat.  How oblivious I've been to all these toilet variations!   This area does seem that one can gain mastery relatively quickly--but this is probably an opinion based on ignorance--the world of toilets may be vaster than I've ever imagined.

We did come to some decisions based on our limited research--an American Standard Dual Flush toilet, called Clean Cadet III ( I think) and were moving towards a cast iron apron front tub by Kohler--(Villager 716--the most popular Kohler--pretty standard, but appropriate for an old house--not as appropriate as an old claw foot--but much less expensive.   Veering towards the relatively traditional, we decided against what I think of as a more modern look of a tiled tub (even though I do like the way they look).

On Monday morning, George scoffed at the idea of buying plumbing fixtures at Lowe's or Home Depot.  The only thing to do, he said, was to go to a plumbing supply store and show room.  Always glad for a big box alternative, I took myself to Hamburg plumbing supply where sure enough, I found the tub we wanted (it turned out it wasn't available at the other stores) at the best price I'd seen, and as they had a Toto dual flush toilet on major sale ("the Toto is the Cadillac of Toilets, Kristine, the saleswoman informed me, in response to my complete ignorance of the Toto world).  Although it cost a bit more (even on sale) than its American Standard counterpart, she assured me it was ten thousand times better--and the deal of the century.  I am either being well educated in advanced toiletry or just muddling along.  In any case, I was convinced enough to almost commit.  I returned home with the invoices, consulted with Sarah, and on Tuesday, returned to Hamburg and actually made the purchase.  The tub had to be ordered, but it should arrive in the next couple of days and for $10 they will deliver it to my door.

That seemed enough good work for the day--but there is more.  The siding is slowly creeping up the back wall, and every day I remove  a bit more paint from the porch ceiling.    

Just as I was thinking I'd have to figure out some new plan for dealing with the eroded road (it didn't look like the state was going to be able to fit my road repairs into its busy schedule), Logan called to say he was en route on tractor to grade the road.  Oh--why didn't I take a picture of the splendid fifty year old tractor?  Logan marveled at the animosity of other drivers as he inched along 94.  Gone are the days when the few cars on the road took slowing down behind a farmer's tractor as an integral part of rural life.

Once again, the road can be smoothly navigated.  Good news for tub delivery and more important--the truck bearing the 40 foot gutter for the front porch will be able to sail right in.