Moving and Improving - Part 7 - Bucket full of concrete

Again with the door. I know. As noted below, because we raised the floor the door had to go. We put it on a relocation plan though and as a result Joe got to bash out a space for it. It filled me with great joy though as the relocation spot was where the only crack in the foundation was noted on our inspection report.

We took out the window (and it was slated for relocation until we realized it would be destroyed in the removal process- in a choice between destroying the wall or the old crappy window, the wall was preserved- it's likely we'll be piecemeal replacing all the windows in the house anyway) and substituted the door.In the interim, my Mom and I, cloistered in the bathroom, lay the tile and grouted. By the end of it we had a load of grout left, so Jim and I turned this:

Into this:

Moving and Improving - Part 6 - Remove the Floor

While Joe and Jim were busy creating a floor, my Mom and I destroyed one. The initial stages were quite fun. It felt a little bit like being a kid, exploring the house in a destructive way (later it sucked).

Our inspection report recommended removing the bathroom vinyl. Shockingly, not due to its extreme ugliness, but rather because of the darkening spot beneath it where water from the shower had permeated.

I already possessed the inclination to rid the house of the 'ugly' bathroom floor so, tile was purchased and the vinyl removed (sounds simple, eh?).

Actually we removed a couple of layers. Because no matter how ugly the original vinyl is, it's still not as ugly as the vinyl it's covering. Sigh.

Original bathroom floor:











Tearing off the synthetic molding brought a sharp cry for spackle from my throat. As in, we're going to need more. What a piece of shit. It was otherwise very satisfying to rip off and came out in two large pieces.
The floor itself started to come off easily and then we realized why. It was on top of another. An older and more ghastly vinyl was adhered to the floor beneath it.
Those are my arms. They are screaming but you can't hear them. I have a giant raised lump on my left arm, the look of which has been likened to that of a depraved teenage boy. It made it a challenge to lift a drill the next day.
When we called it good, this is what it looked like. It seems that the floor was a bit of a hodgepodge.

Moving and Improving - Part 5 - Raise the Floor

So the trouble with the foundation of a house is the concrete. To mess about with things to create our mudroom we discovered that either a lot of drilling of concrete would have to happen, or we would have to create a new floor. New floor won out hands down.

Setting up the floor:Beginnings of effluent pipes -what you don't see is Joe in the "crawl space" (read drag yourself by the elbows on your belly area) beneath the house gluing sewer pipes together and attaching them to the existing system.
The problem with raising the floor is the door gets in the way. So we took it out. And by we, I mean Joe.

Moving and Improving - Part 4 - Not a moment to lose!

Within minutes...no seconds of being at the house Jim took stock of the project and began work. I took stock of the rumbles of bellies and made dinner. In the interim...

This is the beginning of the plumbing for the washer and for a utility sink.









I apologize to purists because no proper before shot was ever taken due to my negligence : )

The quasi-before shot of the mudroom location in the garage (pre-mudroom)

Moving and Improving - Part 3 - Supplies

One of the great annoyances of moving is all the crap you get in the mail immediately following a home purchase. However, this time, I was searching for those much coveted coupons for home improvement stores. Score.

After conceiving our project with Jim, he wrote us a supply list (and then explained it to me). We tried to purchase everything we could foresee needing on the same 10% off coupon. Armed with gift cards and an incredibly patient Blake, we made the rounds - literally. Aisle by aisle. Three carts (and many hours) later we rented a truck and raced to load and unload in the 70 minutes I purchased. The spoils:
By the way, sheet rock is fucking heavy. Ask Blake.

Moving and Improving - Part 2 - Everything I needed to know...

Before I dig into the nitty gritty of the projects that have consumed the last 10 days it is important to note that I have an extremely wild imagination. In walking around our house during the inspection Joe and I noted where some changes could be made to make the house suit us better.

For instance, our house has a ginormous garage and no pantry space. We are a food making people, not so much of the monster truck driving sort. So why not move the washer and dryer out of the closet which abuts the kitchen (thus creating a pantry) and into the garage. And hey, while we're at it, lets build a room around them and make a space for the cats and for bike gear and coming into the house out of the weather (a la mudroom...I am excessively fond of a mudroom).

Plumbing? Electrical? The? What?

These things did not concern me. I know enough to know that I don't know how any of these things would come to pass.

Enter parental units. They have done it all before.

I have seriously deluded myself if I think I am independent of my parents, I relied on their experience and knowledge to make my imagination come to life on this project and without the gracious giving of their vacation time, their careful instruction and four hands we would probably still be looking for the right book, web page, or internet video to guide us on our way. (Meaning there would be more boxes unpacked in the house and a lot less mudroom in the garage).oh yeah and another thing they taught us. two words. Knee Pads.

Moving and Improving - Part 1 - Our House (is a very very very fine house...)

We've been in our new house now just over two weeks. Emphasis on the our and not on the new. As in, it's new for us, but was built before we were born. It's an important distinction if you're standing in the laundry closet and wondering why the wallpaper is so loud.

We moved all the boxes in and removed the essentials and then due to the gracious offer of help with some projects we had in mind, immediately forgot about the whole moving in thing and began deconstructing parts of the house with the help of some of my parents while they were in town.

What follows (er...above) is my attempt to go heavy on photo story telling and light on the details.

So...

I know I should have chronicled it day by day, but after 14 hours of house work it was low on the list of priorities, falling somewhere between sleep (precious sleep) and hanging pictures (still not done).

Before you ask...

YES, I've started to pack.

But just barely. We've been busy in the garden, on our bikes, drinking good beer and hanging around town.

The garden has surpassed my predictions and produced more peas and beans than we could possibly ever eat:
We hit the bridge pedal again this year with Laurel at our side and had a marvelous time. The greatest highlight once again being the Marquam bridge...and this year we had opportunity to ride it twice. A close runner up, however, was the new route that opened the whole of southbound 405 from the Freemont bridge to the Marquam.

Laurel snapped a shot of the Freemont overrun with bicyclists and said that she was going to to call it "the future"....brilliant. I had remarked about how fabulous it would be if this same route was opened up for the daily commute. What a blast eh?

We had a nice day for it, warm enough for short sleeves and little wind. And oh my goodness, the crappy little ice cream bars they give you at the end are most delicious after crossing the finish line...

-Ride Stats-
Pedal Mileage: 48
Average MPH: 12

Max MPH: 32

A couple weeks prior, we took in the OBF and sampled some excellent beers. I must say that the Saturday crowd wears on my nerves and I will make every effort to try to go on Thursday to try the beers at the top of my list. This was our method this year, we had a few tastes after work on Thursday night and then went for round two on Saturday morning with the out of town people. After a few hours of swimming through people I was spent. That said, I did get to just about everything on my short list either by my cup or a sip off another.
Favorites this year:

-New Holland's Oak Aged Ale, Dragon's Milk
-Lagunitas Imperial IPA, Hop Stoopid
-Green Flash Red Ale, Hop Head Red

...ah beer.

...ah Portland.

A soda machine Dirk Gently would like.

...or the pensive soda machine
...or what gave me the giggles on Saturday
...or the day that spell-check failed

Open letter to Bank of America

Thank you for your kind attention:

It was today brought to my attention that after ages and ages of wanting to leave this banking relationship and find another that I really have much to be thankful for.

First, I would like to compliment you on the quality of your customer service. You have trained your employees to be extremely friendly and able to answer every imaginable question while avoiding giving direct answers or even correct answers, and all with a smile and a parting wish that they have addressed my concerns.

Second, I must applaud your excellent lobby design, the palette of the seating area is soothing and almost is able to calm my nerves as I wait a full hour to be helped with my latest BOA inspired issue.

Third, thank you for making it possible for me to talk to a new (and friendly) customer service person on the phone every month to correct the mistakes that are associated with having accounts with your bank that are in two different states. It's excellent that you're able to span the globe and still keep the scope of your customer service capabilities local.

Fourth, thank you for always promising me things that you cannot deliver. It helps to keep my expectations of other things in my life extremely low.

Fifth, I especially appreciate the efforts that your bank has made in keeping me on my toes. If I hadn't been trained by your inefficiency I may not keep such a close watch on my accounts and might have completely missed the random monthly maintenance fees you occasionally, accidentally dole out; the theft and compromising of my checking account by a person cashing a fraudulent check at your very institution (thanks for keeping an eye out for my best interest!); or the omission of part of my name on our OR statement; or even the fact that you kept our closed account open and started to assess fees for non-sufficient daily balance. I feel lucky to have this training and I hope to be so vigilant with all aspects of my life.

Sixth, although I do realize the market fluctuates I still want to give credit to you for selling me foreign currency at a much higher rate than you purchased it back from me. It is a rare occasion that the common people have opportunity to give a bank a loan and I was so pleased to be able to hold currency for a few days so that you could make some money off of it.

Seventh, I had started to feel like everything in the world was good and golden after I signed the papers on my house, but I again am indebted to you for slapping me back into reality and allowing me to feel the usual stress that first-time home buyers should all be feeling, waiting on tenter-hooks to see if wire transfers really can come true.

Eighth, I really appreciate that your employees are my equal. It's so nice to go into a branch with a question and have an employee pick up the phone to get the answer. I can hear them cycling through the prompts the same way I would; how refreshing to not have anyone available with an answer at their fingertips.

All in all it's been one of those excellent learning relationships that we've had and I couldn't be more glad to be soon moving away and finally having the ability to take my account with me.

Very truly yours etcetera etcetera and so forth...

I have a really long name.

It's my own fault. I realized it when I did it four years ago and shortened my everyday signature to suit my level of patience.

Lenders have a different level of patience for the inch of paperwork you sign when purchasing a home. First name, middle initial (phew!), last name. Thank goodness I only had to sign about half the documents- Joe observed that we might have been there twice the time if I had, had to sign each page.

The official close is still a few days away, but it still feels good.

Observations upon riding my bike to work...

I like it.

At first I was trying to hone in and reduce the amount of time it took me to get from point A to point B. I’ve changed my route rather much since I commuted by bike last fall. However, I had limited myself to a certain degree by taking those roads which I was most comfortable with. I’ve since become slightly more daring and have reduced my bike in time from 1 hour to 40 minutes which is kind of exciting. However, I have now found that given the prospect of a new yard (that’s ours all ours!) and a new home I am sight-seeing quite a bit on my way to work (read…dawdling). I’ve made up for the sight-seeing by taking the hill, and it’s not so bad. In fact, when I can make the light at the bottom it’s quite thrilling.

My sight-seeing has afforded me views of interesting landscaping (lots of people are digging up their grass….) and has also given me a route that is perhaps less used by others. I do join the mainstream by hopping on the east bank esplanade and having a bit of a bike stroll (if you will) along the river. So far, not a day has gone by that I haven’t seen the local police either arresting or harassing (I mean chatting) with the vagrant community that calls the esplanade home. That and some entertaining graffiti (highlights include the witty: “bros not hoes” and “call your deadbeat dad he still loves you”) make this portion of my commute feel seedy and scandalous…mwhahahaha. Not really, but it’s just a strong contrast coming off of Willamette Blvd.

The best thing about my morning commute is that Widmer usually has a boil going and it smells terrific.

4 day weekend

I think it would be absolutely splendid if the fourth of July fell on a Friday or Monday every year.

Unfortunately, the calendar is not so kind.

We spent a fabulous weekend at the lake, entertaining ourselves, munching on food, drinking beer and generally having a marvelous time. Other lake dwellers lit off fireworks to the benefit of the entire lake...it was even better to watch from afar as I was able to play with the settings on my camera and feel much more at ease watching fireworks from across the lake.

It was a our group tenth anniversary (give or take) this year and we put together a rough time capsule. As with many things we do, it's not quite finished, but I figure that we have the rest of the year to get it together. I have to say that I found it rather difficult to find things from the past to toss in there that I hadn't already parted with...however, on Joe's recommendation a couple of newspapers from the week were tossed in and have hopefully created a good base. Now we just have to decide when/if to open it.


Because it was such a long weekend and we were supplying the beverages for two parties we ended up with quite a lot of beer in our car...I estimate roughly 30 gallons, kegs and cases combined, that we brought for the two gatherings (not to mention the 4 cases we transported up here for others). I still can't believe we fit all of it plus a jockey box in the car.

The kids...fearless and daring, braved the cooler water and had some bumper boat fun...

About every other year we have good weather (and sunburns)...this year was chillier and overcast. Without the sunshine to tempt people we became a much smaller party on Saturday and had some low key fun, the highlight of which, included an old lake pastime of driving retired golf balls into the water. Scott came up with a couple of new tricks to an old game by grabbing one of the keg cup pens and creating an effigy on a golf ball. The rest of us followed suit and, I for one, derived more pleasure from the smacking sound of the club than ever before as I hit a ball bearing the title "factory farms." It was entertaining to watch the different style we each had...

Scott entertained us with a running shot...



Sunday brought Pat's retirement and a whole new group of people...that night, we entertained the lake with our own fireworks display.

Pat ordered in a show that took two hours to set-up (the display was set off remotely), lasted almost a quarter of an hour and that kicked total ass.

If you called....

and you got the voice mail, this is why...

Symptoms:
- mosquito bites
- sand in shoes
- warm beer
- berries
- itchy kitties
- dinner outside
- farmers market
- sandals
- sunscreen
- water...lots of water

...it's properly Summer.
Spring made no appearance, but summer is definitely here. And where there is summer, there is busy.

We spent last weekend at the beach for the Brewers Games and a small charity beer festival put on by Pelican Brewery in Pacific City.


Joe participated with a hodgepodge of other Portland Brewers- competing against 12 other breweries/distributors in some whacked out beer olympics.
















I watched from the sidelines as this motley crew tossed, dragged and ran with kegs through obstacle courses and around the beach, threw active yeast in balloons to each other, moved mashed grain from barrel to barrel, and drank and obliterated macro-brews on a homemade iron-maiden.

It was quite a show and lasted pretty much all day. We retired to a small cabin across the way from the brewery and sat around the fire rehashing the best and worst moments of the games and planning for 364 days later when they could compete again.

It was a pleasant and pretty drive to Pacific City; we returned home and promptly recreated a beach environment by introducing half the beach onto the living room carpet.

This past weekend we took in the Organic Brewer's Festival which had many contrasts from our attendance the previous year. It was beautiful, sunny and packed with people. My only complaint is that I went in thinking I'd save my favorite brew of last year, Alameda's IPA, for last and as I approached the tent with my last ticket a pathway cleared in front of me showing the way...literally...people had gotten out of line because the keg was tapped. Lame.

Otherwise it was a pretty low-key weekend. Hung out at the Saturday farmers market at PSU. We stood-in for a friend, volunteering at a bike event doing helmet fitting-which I am very bad at and Joe is not. Biked to and from the bike event (seems only fitting eh?) in the 100 degree weather and spent the later evening walking around the garden and enjoying a beer. Sunday was a relaxing day, spent out at Sauvie Island picnicking and having a little bit of frisbee.

ah....summer.

On the Gorge...

On Saturday I thought home inspections were exhausting.

On Sunday I knew the true meaning of exhaustion as I tumbled out of the car when we arrived home after hiking 14 miles on Eagle Creek.

It was an incredibly beautiful day to be out on the Gorge, the trail was mostly shaded with some sun breaks and spirits were high all around.

This trail is a favorite of ours...we've enjoyed it in many different seasons and have back-packed it...each time the trail has something different to offer:

Chilly morning hikers

Throwing rocks into the gorge below

puddle jumping

wet feet

shoe drying

into the tunnel

Good Hike.

Creating a new stomping ground.

In the last few weeks, we've been making trips to Eugene for meetings, to have a look around and see about housing etcetera...

Yesterday, we booked Andy for the day and went to check out the Sasquatch Brew Fest.

It was about the same scale as the Organic brew fest in Portland, small. We hit the scene early and had no line to wait in for ID check and no lines for beer. Even as the festival grew more crowded, there was rarely a wait.

Highlights:

Actual souvenir glasses, generous pouring by the volunteers, the India Pelican Ale (twice enjoyed), the unabashed and loquacious nature of the locals and, of course, the good company.

Having arrived a bit early, we also had opportunity to wander the farmers market, which occupied quite a bit of space, was fun to walk around and made my heart swell, in thinking of future visits.

I think we're going to like it here.

49 nifty United States...wait that doesn't rhyme

While enjoying a quick walk around our yard and sitting down with a beer to watch the rain clouds roll in last night we witnessed the disappearance of a state.

Our next door neighbor has a car parked outside with an Arkansas license plate, he's 'car-sitting' for his brother.

While sitting on the concrete in our side yard completely hidden from the street, two chatting teenagers strolled by. One stopped at the foot of our driveway and as I peeked through the cracks of the fence, she looked at the neighbors car and said very pointedly "how rude, Arkansas isn't even a state!"

Maybe it was a joke? Or, maybe it was a flashing red light in the face of their education...

...sigh.