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Living Freedom by Claire Wolfe. Musings about personal freedom and finding it within ourselves.

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Archive for the ‘Home improvement’ Category

Claire Wolfe

A Friday ramble

Friday, November 20th, 2015

A bird in the brush

Yesterday was the first moment after … ohhhh, 40 days and 40 nights … that it wasn’t either raining or threatening to rain. Between that and the end of the year’s big hunting seasons, the dogs and I were finally able to return to long, leash-free walks in the woods instead of annoying, leashed walks around town (annoying because Ava likes to gallop and Robbie barely moseys these days; I end up walking sideways with my arms extended in two directions).

It was glorious. Chilly, but blue and still.

On our afternoon walk, though, we came across a lone crow feasting on an elk ribcage. Ava — she of the killer prey drive — alerted and paused. Figuring the crow would fly off, I gave her permission to run at it.

It didn’t fly off. It hobbled into the weeds, limping and vainly flapping its wings.

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Claire Wolfe

Saturday evening encounter with gloom and cigarette

Monday, November 9th, 2015

Saturday evening just as it was turning dark, a young man came to my gate. He was as clean cut as a Mormon missionary (about the only other people prone to show up hereabouts at such an hour) and traveling on foot as they do. But he was solo. I had the vague feeling I’d seen him somewhere before.

“I was here with Mike the other day,” he said by way of introduction. He gave no name. Mike — meaning Handyman Mike — has gone through a steady stream of minions or minion wannabes, all pretty much interchangable to me. I’m trying to figure out which one this is.

“I see you still have that pile of construction material back there. Would you pay me to clean it up for you?”

Clean-cut though he may be, the whole business of a nameless stranger turning up on my doorstep in the near-dark is creepy. I’m still trying to figure out who he is when he announces, “I’m desperate for money.”

And lights up a cigarette.

Now, I can think of a fair number of ways for a young man to demonstrate that he’s either in dire financial straits or worthy of being hired because he’s good. But lighting up a cigarette (in a state where they cost nearly $10 a pack) isn’t one of them. I can’t afford to smoke. If he can, his “desperation” is manufactured.

I let him hand me his contact information over the closed six-foot gate (after I supplied paper and pen). He scrawled a phone number, but still offered no name. I finally asked who he was.

“Troy,” he said.

Then I remembered. Three weeks ago, he answered Mike’s ad for a construction helper. Mike interviewed him and he was supposed to start assisting on my Great Bathroom Project.

The morning he was to begin minioning he called Mike to say he had a flat tire. And no way of changing or fixing it. He finally made it here at 1:30, driven by a friend, just as Mike was going to lunch. Mike showed him the great heap of construction rubble outside the fenced part of the yard and invited him to work on organizing the stack until Mike’s return. Troy declined and left. After that, he didn’t return Mike’s calls. End of minioning.

Now here he is at the gate, weeks later, in the gathering dark on a weekend, wanting the work he wouldn’t do when he had the chance. But not really wanting work. Wanting money.

I’m not sure what it is lately with people being so eager to claim their desperation. Have they been reading Atlas Shrugged and mistaking the bad guys for the good guys or what? Do they seriously believe desperation gives them a compelling claim, some leg up in the race to earn a living?

All it gave me was the creeps.

I remember my Depression-era relatives talking about hungry men showing up on their doorsteps. In their stories, they always made a clear distinction between “hoboes” and “bums.” Hoboes, they said, would show up, hat in hand, offering to work. They didn’t speak of their need, only of their willingness. They were honest men — down on their luck but not broken. Bums, on the other hand, were no good and had probably never been any good. They might (or might not) offer to work, but really they were just looking for a handout. Or a place that might have something worth stealing.

I’ll leave it to you to decide what kind of person my evening visitor is. I don’t know. He might just be an inexperienced kid, born into the self-esteem era, having never been encouraged to acquire either manners, a work ethic, or common sense.

I do know that after he left I let down all the blinds and made sure all my self-defense tools were in good order and accessible. And I gave the dogs extra pats, recalling he’d been too scared of them to come in the yard the first time he was here.

Claire Wolfe

Weekend links

Saturday, October 31st, 2015
Claire Wolfe

Centerpiece of the house

Friday, October 23rd, 2015


The most important item in the house is now installed and plumbed and has hot water to fill it. Yum!

The wainscoting behind it is beadboard from the old ceiling of the enclosed porch. The doorway you see on the left will eventually become a wall and the wainscotting will continue around three sides of the tub. (That’s Bathroom: Phase Two after the finances have recovered.)


Scrounging and garage saling worked for everything else in the room, but I was determined to have a fabulous faucet, complete with shower attachment. So I found what I wanted online then searched for a factory second. This one has a chip in the porcelain that can be felt but not seen.


The day the plumber completed his work so early, I took Robbie for a long drive along the river. Robbie can’t walk much any more, but he sure loved sniffing the clear, fragrant October air through the rolled-down windows of the car. Seventy-two degrees; I still can’t get over it.

One of the houses on the river road has a flower stand at the end of its driveway. A bargain at a buck a bunch. I’ve never stopped there. But that day, how could I not?

Not being a flower person, I’m not sure what these are. Dahlias, I’m guessing. But could they be mums? Anyhow, I’m pretty sure they’re not dandelions or daisies. :-) They’re beautiful in my kitchen window.

Now back to painting the bathroom shelves.

P.S. Oh yeah, that bathtub is as comfy-cozy as it looks, you bet. As soon as the water heater had hotness, I made sure to check it out. When I first dragged the tub out of its Dickensian surround, it had no feet. Every brand and model of these old tubs is different and I had no hope of getting the right feet for this one. So I bought four generic, modern cast-iron feet on eBay and epoxied them on with double helpings of JB Weld (which is, um, not the way you’re supposed to attach clawfeet). I put wooden blocks under the tub just in case the legs decided to detach in mid-soak, but so far the footies seem likely to stay in place. Hooray!

P.P.S. Oh heck, here’s the Dickensian surround all over again, just because the contrast between then and now is so awesome. The miracles of Goof-Off, Rustoleum, and elbow grease!


Claire Wolfe

Plumbing: the good, the bad, and the ugly

Tuesday, October 20th, 2015

The good news is that the plumber arrived at 8:00, worked straight through to 1:30 without a break (love that work ethic!) and left me with functional plumbing when he departed.

No hot water yet. He moved the water heater and the electricians will reconnect that in its new location soon. But since today was only supposed to be a rough-in day, with actual hookups to come next week, I’m not going to complain! The entire process took just only 5-1/2 hours. And now I have a beeeeautiful clawfoot tub with a beeeeautiful faucet. AND the graywater that’s been emptying under the house for years no longer does. O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

But of course there’s the bad. And the ugly. They are one in the same. The sewer line is leaking. Has been for months, he says. Ick. Clogged? Cracked? Who knows what?

But there’s always something, isn’t there? Always the surprises …

Mr. Plumber will return in two weeks with a camera to send down the pipe and a roto-rooter thingie and we shall see how bad the problem really is.

But for now, after nearly two solid weeks of disruption and uproar, I’m going to take a long afternoon’s break, get out in the sunshine, then come back and watch movies with no tasks to do, no deadlines to meet.

Claire Wolfe

There is a god after all (plus random thoughts)

Tuesday, October 20th, 2015

Sorry to disappoint my Christian friends who might hope I’ve had a conversion, but by that I mean only that God-the-Plumber has arrived. On the appointed day. At the appointed hour.

He is now (terrifyingly) drilling holes in my brand-new bathroom floor.

Since Handyman Mike wrapped up his part of the work on Friday, I’ve been hustling like crazy: drywalling, mudding, painting, moving shelving, the vanity, and plumbing parts into the room. No way am I finished, but by working late every evening, I got everything plumber-ready. Last night after finishing my to-do list I spent an extra two hours inspecting and asking myself, “What have I forgotten? What do I still need to discuss with the plumber and the electricians? What else is likely to go wrong?” I scribbled notes on the walls for the electricians (due tomorrow). I got up early today to fix a couple of things.

Now I can sit on my arse for a whole day. Well, other than helping to move the tub into place and starting to clean the living room, which is full of ladders, drywall squares, utility knives, levels, measuring tapes, and suchlike.

But now … to catch up with some overdue emails, blogging, TZP polls and whatever else I can think of.

One thing about drywalling and painting: they’re mindless enough to allow random thoughts. Here are a couple of those.

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Claire Wolfe

Being both a minion and a client at the same time is pretty hard work

Friday, October 16th, 2015

Another day of minioning looms.* And then it gets harder.

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Claire Wolfe

Oy, so tired!

Wednesday, October 14th, 2015

The Big Scary Project drags on. I’ve been Handyman Mike’s Official Minion the last two days and will probably be so until the end of the project. Exhausting!

Mike worked all weekend and tells me he’s been working weekends for a month or so. It shows. He’s never been exactly a fast-moving kinda guy, but between that and his Perpetual Life Crisis, hours have been short, productivity hasn’t been good and “mistakes have been made.”

A day off would be a blessing for him, but the only realistic way to achieve it is to hustle harder for the next three days so he won’t have to work this Sunday.

We did have good news from the plumber, who stopped by for a quick look and gave us a super-favorable reality check on our work (such an appearance is, as Mike puts it, “like getting an audience with God). Now … all we need is to work hard, work smart, and not uncover too many surprises.

The fixed star is the long-arranged plumbing appointment on Tuesday. Three really good days and Monday as a failsafe day will do it.

Now I’m off to start the prep for tearing down the interior wall that contains the sink and shower plumbing. With that, the bathroom will begin to take on its new shape and location. Wish us luck!


Meanwhile, long-time Commentariat member MJR has started his own blog, Situation — Hopeless but Not Serious, which you might enjoy perusing. He says Joel and I are his inspirations. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one.

Claire Wolfe

Blogosaurus delayed on account of Big Scary Project

Sunday, October 11th, 2015

I’m working on a blogosaurus related to a comment on “Come and Take Them. Start Here.” (And what a comment section it’s been!)

The giganto-blog is about 2/3 done and I’d hoped to post it this afternoon. But I got dragooned into minion work on the Big Scary Project.

So at least now there’s this:


That old addition was a stupid idea to begin with. By the time I bought this place it was held together by rot and insects.


So down it comes! (And no, that’s not me swinging the sledgehammer. All I’m doing is bagging old blown-in insulation and cleaning paint and caulk off a window that’s being moved from the addition to the main house. Another Goof-Off job! My specialty.)


And down it’s gone!

Oy, what a hauling job that heap is going to be. How is it that the trash heap is so much bigger than the addition was? I think several laws of physics are being violated here.

Claire Wolfe

Big Scary Project begins

Thursday, October 8th, 2015

It’s started. The Big Scary project.

And I’m as nervous as the proverbial long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. With spikes on their rockers. Poisoned spikes. With blasting caps in them. And alien plague germs. Flesh-eating alien plague germs.

One good thing: worst comes first. The initial step (which I’m staying out of the way of) is to tear up part of the floor to gauge just how much rot, beetle damage, carpenter ant infestation, and other baddies might be under there. Once we see that, we know the baddest of the bad things that can happen on this project. I’ll be very, very glad to get that out of the way. Just knowing helps, even if the fixing turns out more complicated than hoped.

After that, it’s a picnic. Well, most likely a picnic with ants, wasps, yellow-jackets, particularly aggressive blue jays, thunderstorms threatening, and a party of teenagers next door blasting rap music and drinking ’til they puke. But by comparison, a picnic.

Wish us luck.

Claire Wolfe

The perils and rewards of home improvement, part umpty umpity, yada yada

Tuesday, October 6th, 2015

I’ve been occupied lately getting ready for the next Big Scary Project on my house. This one involves demolition of one of the many ill-conceived and ruinously awful additions, foundation and under-flooring repair in one corner of the house, plus moving and completely reconstructing the bathroom.

The real work could begin as early as Thursday, as late as Monday, or could be postponed for months if Handyman Mike’s Perpetual Life Crisis doesn’t resolve in time for his work to be coordinated with that of The Only Plumber In Town, whose appearance is a privilege that must be arranged two months in advance.

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Claire Wolfe

Working weekend

Sunday, September 13th, 2015

Work, work, work this weekend. Among other things I started the next section of the complicated ceiling:

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