El Dorado County Life

Went to the Placerville DMV this morning to get a new picture for my license renewal, and to file various other things, change of address notices for vehicles: the truck, the KTM, and the BMW – and then they asked about the Beta, Whoa! Loooong time back! I hope JC is still having fun with it… And no, the “I Don’t Own It” paperwork was filed long ago, but it still showed-up on the Computer’s Permanent Record. Hmm, and these people will run Obamacare, or worse.
Then we went over to the County Assessor’s Office for more paperwork. Perverse incentive or not the real-estate Personal Deduction remains an important tax-benefit – but most significantly we filed the Proposition 90 paperwork that ensured our Prop-13 Tax Basis was portable to El Dorado County. THAT was the big kicker that drove our move and our relocation to El Dorado, not every County allows it – and it will significantly will reduce the amount the .Gov gets to squeeze and waste on mindless bureaucracy and selfish purposes.
Finally we drove down the hill, away from snow to the flatlands of Roseville and went to Arezzo Lighting to pick-up the two new lights (Yay! They called and said they were in!), from Hubbardton Forge that we had ordered last month. One is for the kitchen, and the other is for the island-area/breakfast nook. They make some really-really nice stuff, handmade in the USA – and sturdy. Just the ceiling fixture plates and mounting hardware were noticeably superior to materials outsourced from China by other vendors… So we (me) got some work to do tomorrow hanging lights, and the house is coming more together.

Irrigation control #2

I should begin a log or hash-tag these events. The Weather-reader on the TeeVee had forecast a high of 60 degrees today, and tomorrow or Tuesday an incoming blast of cold and wet air from a Canadian source, traveling south to chill the region and put some snow down at Tahoe while freezing our own asses. So I decided I better deal with the split in the #3 circuit in the above-ground drip-line, and when I went to address its issues I added my own incompetence to the mix via the application of too much strength, and increased the failure to function by snapping it off at the root. Anyhow it was a good deal warmer than expected, well above 60 and into the mid 70’s at least.
Discovery through digging proceeded, and showed the below-ground fitting to be a t-standard, right in the middle of the seasonal (when it rains) stream-bed. I ran the water to get out the accumulated dirt, and filled the hole – and noticed a secondary leak and decided the t-fitting was unnecessary as the junipers were hellishly well embedded, and drought-tolerant as well – they didn’t need a lot more water diverted to them. I pumped-out the hole with my sump-attachment on the De Walt drill until the battery ran dry and I had to go to the garage for the other battery which was not plugged-in and dead as well. Oh great.
We left off that to attack the overgrown Lavender which had gone native and had transformed into a wild thicket, filled high with the decaying results of years of leaf-blowing – the interior was clogged and caked with a fine leaf-mulch that I spread over gaps in the tanbark. Another half-hour or more of work returned the lavender to a shrub-like appearance and with the skirt raised, it revealed an nice border of local rock all around the base.
Hot and sweaty I made a shopping list and it was time for lunch. After a nice dish of Pollo Fundido at a local Margaritateria, we returned home via Ace Hardware where I realized I had all the necessary fittings, junctions, and do-dads – but no 3/4″ pipe – mine was all 1/2″ from the previous episode… So back to Ace.
Now where does all this thing drain-from, and will the incoming freeze burst the lines unless they’re drained or do I leave them running to keep from freezing, and spread icicles all over the land?
Arrgh my back, but it’s good exercise and stretching too. My 89yr old Dad is still going strong and all he does is garden. So fetch me the Ibuprofen.

Windy fun with irrigation

On Thursday last I requested that “Shorty” the Landscape Engineer, investigate a persistently damp spot along the foundation perimeter, and with dispatch amidst the blowing of leaves he summoned the narrow entrenching tool and uncovering a layer of mud, proceeded to bring the issue to light.
pinhole paradise
In the dim light of the 8:AM dawn we discovered a split in the 30-year-odd old buried pipeline supplying the clear rocky mountain nectar to the flora. With due haste and acumen he retrieved a pair of half-inch couplings from his truck, a cutting device, and the goopy purple glue-mechanisms – whilst I found a piece of half-inch discarded pipe in the dark corridors of the long labyrinthine under-basement. A piece of pipe which was to be my own un-doing.
After some effort the joint was cut and re-spliced, and with a “Huzzah!” he and his associates climbed aboard their vehicle to attend to another client along their day’s journey of work.
And returning to the scene of the fountain-head I discovered a pin-hole leak…
In the days meanwhile we have been besieged with various real-estate issues, bills and invoices and forms pertaining to the former flatland abode that is now for-sale in the land of Google — but on our forays out into the dappled warm sunlight and autumn colors I managed to stop-in to a local supplier of irrigation equipment and gathered together a ten-foot length of pipe, some various fittings — including the heavenly reeking glue — along with the necessary cutting device. In the effort I also reclaimed my hidden-in-packing drill-powered evacuation pump, which aided our efforts to clear the murky water.
Meanwhile the pinhole of perdition continued to vent the holy (and expensive) fluid of the Gods. Until today.
re-glued and socketed
So far it’s holding, and I’ll bet nuggets to nougat that The Next One will appear soon…so I shall be stocking-up on couplings and elbows and more pipe. Labor around here is also astronomical, so I shall be paying myself instead. Also I’ll bet that more than a few spigot valves need new seats, so there’s that and grease and such to lay-in.
UPDATE: And now I have a narrow entrenching tool also.

Busy Boy

Between supervising the installation of new sliding doors on both balconies, and beginning with my gun-buddy carpenter friend to re-do the baseboard moldings and door casements, I’ve been busy.
More pics to come but not today. I have a bathroom vanity to go pick-up, and there’s some light electrical work and furniture moving on Teh List. And the Master Bedroom will get a fresh coat of paint for the first time in fifteen years, after the new clerestory windows are installed…

UPDATE: The windows guys are here and on the roof cutting holes…

Blade Maintenance

Careful, that’s an 11-1/2 feet ceiling up there on the ladder, and windmills are associated with a high incidence of injury and fatality.

We are (that is, I am) doing this in preparation for the tear-out that’s coming on Monday, it’s Demolition Day for the kitchen renovation.
I also needed to re-attach the escutcheon that had come loose from the ceiling and descended the length of the down-rod.
The clean and fresh blades will help circulate air trapped up in the high ceiling cove during the renovation work.


Minutiae. My wife is doing well in her recovery from some dental surgery on Thursday that I didn’t mention, and has the rest of the week off. She has plans for me and I’m going to be busy.

Meanwhile today we walked out to find that my truck has a flat front tire (passenger side). and the neighbor who parked her car close-by isn’t home. I put the jack under it to take the weight off the rim and the bead, and chocked the back wheels, but tweaked my shoulder in the narrow space and decided it will have to wait to fix it tomorrow. Fine. Just as well. Messy-dirty job.

The Sad Case of the Burr Grinder

Imminent Failure – such as acne-scarred zitface Dictator chubby-man Hugo Chavez’s boils and pustules and the collapse of his country’s economy through Socialist mismanagement and derangement – became evident. Ok I just had to throw that in.

After repeatedly mismanaging its grinderous duty and despite repeated admonishment and cleaning – the plasticifferous degradation had became realized and Le Grinder Bodum est Mort.

The Interw3bz is full of advice and cost comparisons, from Home Barrista’s encyclical discussion of flat vs. conical burrs to CoffeeGeek’s voluminous comparatory listings.
I surfed on the aroma of fresh ground beans. Sadly we’re not making espresso in a La Pavoni Stradavari or even a cute little Innova, so we don’t need grinder that dumps to a doser. Cost is negotiable but we wish to avoid, “Not the best option even with bargain basement pricing.” and/or, “Tried to add a metallic flavor to my beans… a definite don’t buy!.” But still $375.00 on an Pasquini Moka90 is excessive – again, we need the grounded-up grindings to go into a hopper not dose into a portafilter. Or however it is said in Espressolalia.
So out I go in the overcast and cold afternoon. The Breville® Conical Burr Grinder at Bed, Bath and Beyond looks promising.

UPDATE: We got the Capresso Infinity, also a conical burr grinder to feed the drip-coffee maker. It’s capable of grinding down to espresso-dust level but we just use the Cuisinart dripper – I wish we had an espresso machine but they’re also bunch of work (and cleanup) and morning coffee is a necessity, not a luxury or even an option.