Being a New Yorker

Maybe I should wait to publish this until I feel like a real New Yorker, but when will that be. What does it feel like to be a New Yorker as opposed to a New Jerseyite or a Floridian or a South Carolinian? Things aren't that different here, except a lot of things are cheaper, but not gas for the car. You can't tell by the weather that you're way up in upstate New York. There are less people living in this general area than there are in central New Jersey and a lot more open space. There are rolling hills, forests, streams and ponds. The other day we went with Anne's brother, Andy to help with some maintenance at his cabin, less than an hour from our house. Nearby is Canadice Lake, one of the Finger Lakes. There is no development allowed on its shores so there are trees right down to the water. A gravel boat launch allows for canoes, kayaks and motors up to 10 hp. You could be in the Adirondacks, or Canada or anywhere. There is very little usage of it so it is very pleasant to go boating there. You can't swim in it because it is a water supply for the City of Rochester, but there is another lake, Honeoye, where swimming is allowed as well as larger motors for water skiing, etc. I'm told that fishing and kayaking around here is excellent. Our next door neighbor saw a bald eagle fly over our houses the other day. I don't know if I feel like a New Yorker yet, but it's a nice place to live up here in Webster, NY.

It is raining today so I decided to try to get my technological self in order. That's no small task, but I got all, or almost all, of my CDs onto my computer and iPod and I am updating my photos on Flickr. You can view them by clicking the clink to the right (a clink is a link that you click on). While doing so I have noticed that I have been remiss in my pictorial pursuits. One of my readers is putting me to shame in that category, but hopefully her efforts will spur me on to greater photographic accomplishments.

Above are pictures of Canadice Lake from the boat launch, from the South end and a picture of Andy's cabin.

How Do They Do It?

These Blogspot guys are good. No sooner than I hit the "Publish Post" button on my last post, I got several ads for cabinets, racks and garage flooring. Someone is reading my Blog.

Hooray For Me

Today I got the second car in the garage. I have been working hard and thinking hard about this for a while. Mainly, I've been thinking about where to put the stuff that was preventing the second car from being in the garage. There will be a few extra things put out for the trash on Wednesday night. I also discovered that we are not utilizing our existing storage shelving in the most efficient way. I am working on that too. As one of my readers pointed out to me, once you throw something away, it gets easier. Of course, I've thrown things out or given things away before. It always seems that whenever I did that, about a week later I'm wondering what I did with that thingamajig and when I realize that I got rid of it, I wonder how I could have done that. I'm finding that having the space is better than having the stuff. Wouldn't it be nice if there was a computer program into which you could enter all of your stuff and the dimensions of the space that is available and then the program would tell you just how to organize everything? Pretty soon I will stop writing about organizing stuff, at least I hope I will stop soon, but at least, in terms of the cars, I'm ready for winter.

Today we did a little exploring and found a nice county park and a place to launch a canoe or kayak into Irondequoit Bay. It is about fifteen to twenty minutes from our house. On the next nice day we will explore Mendon Ponds, about a half an hour away. I think I should stop writing now so I can go get a chair and sit in the garage and admire my handiwork.

Now That It's Spring, It's Cold

I want the Winter to return when it was warm. It's downright chilly out there now that Spring has arrived. I was planning to work outside today to spiff up the rock (slab, flat stone) patio off of our deck. We removed a large holly bush that was obscuring a view of our pond. Well, it barely qualifies as a pond. It's more like a deep puddle. It is one of those plastic basins that you dig into the ground and let a water feature dribble water into it. I didn't install it, the previous owners did. It's nice. It has a large rock from which water pours to create the waterfall effect. Anyway, it was too darn cold and raw this morning to make me want to stay out there. Besides, my whole body was sore from hauling mulch from the town hall yesterday. We made two trips with the minivan and got some really nice mulch for the garden and some nice wood chip mulch for a garden pathway that we are constructing. The only trouble with the garden mulch is that it's mixed with horse manure, which is great for the garden, but not so great for the nostrils. Anne tells me that the aroma will dissipate. I hope it dissipates before Sunday when we will be hosting Easter dinner.

Not having the stamina to work outdoors, I descended into the cellar to continue to get my workshop in order. I have to say that progress is being made, both in the cellar and in the garage. I predict that one of these days, both cars will reside in the garage. When I got back up to ground level, I said to Anne, "I feel good. I got a lot accomplished this weekend." Then, of course, I realized that I had more weekend to come. It's nice being retired, when every day is Saturday..

We visited New Jersey last week, stayed in Basking Ridge, celebrated March and April birthdays, saw Katie Rose in Woodbridge High School's rendition of Cabaret (great show) and drove to Virginia to visit with Anne's sister and her husband. Living way up North now, I had forgotten what traffic was like until I hit the beltway around DC. They sure have a lot of cars down there.

It's About Time

Indeed, it is about time I wrote something on my blog. I have been severely reprimanded by my readers for being remiss. I see that the last time I had anything to say was in January. Well, that's not quite true. I've had plenty to say, but I just didn't write it down. So, where are we now? We are still in Webster, New York, where "Life is Worth Living." Sometimes it can be a little overdone. A local restaurant says it's the place where "The Food is Worth Eating." A wine store says. "Where the Wine is Worth Drinking." Anyway, it is nice here, but it's getting warm. People are walking around in shorts and short sleeve shirts. We may have to go to Canada in the Summer if this keeps up.

Most of the boxes are empty now. There is still only one car in the garage, but progress is being made there. There is a little creek, drainage ditch, rivulet or whatever it is running along the rear of our property . Our neighbor has created a small fish pond from it. There was a a little bridge across it on our property, but a large tree had fallen on it and crushed it. I was waiting for the tree guy to come back with his chain saws to cut it so I could move it, but he won't return until the trees are in leaf, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I got out my trusty ax and started chopping. The tree had partially rotted so it wasn't a real big deal, but I chopped enough so that I could swivel it off the bridge and out of the way. The bridge is still broken, but I was able to separate the two sections and Anne was busy getting the water to flow more smoothly. Not sure where the water is coming from, but moving water is better than stagnant water.

I usually find that trying to work on something where others have gone before is usually a troubling situation. So it was today when I decided to put a switch and outlet on a light post in our back yard. The light is rigged to a sensor to go on at dusk and off at dawn. There was no switch to turn it off, so I thought, "How much trouble can it be to put a switch on it and while I'm at it, an outlet?" I spent most of the day and two trips to Lowes to get it almost done. It works okay, but the cover on the thing doesn't close completely because the switch protrudes too much. You would think that the people that make the covers and the people that make the switches would talk to each other once in a while so that customers can keep their blood pressure under control.

We also have a number of low voltage lights in the front and rear of the house. There are three sets in the front. Two sets work, but the third doesn't. I know it worked when we bought the house, but for some reason some of the lights don't work now. I set out the reason for to know. I found that some of the wires were corroded, so I cut off the bad parts, stripped new wire, but without result. I also bought some new outdoor wire nuts. This is low voltage wire. There is no ground, so you need two wire nuts times the number of lights you want to connect. The nuts come in packages of five or packages of twenty. I needed a few more than five, but not twenty. I was so angry at the marketing flim-flam that I almost didn't buy them. But, I like so many of the rest of us succumbed. I should have gone to the store manager and loudly complained, but I didn't. I got two packs of five, still less than the cost of buying twenty, because I wanted to get on with my project. I fill up my car with $4.00 a gallon gas too because I want to get on with my business. The wire nut companies and the oil companies laugh. They are making plenty of money because I want to get on with my life and don't have the fortitude to stand up and say "I'm not going to take it anymore." "Oh, hum," the companies say, "Unless the rest of your 330 million countrymen stop buying wire nuts or stop filling their cars with gas, we really don't care."

This is only about half the bog that I wrote. I was getting an error message that it couldn't be saved. It didn't say why or what I could do about it and I carried on for a paragraph or so about the unfairness of it all and called on my readers, yes, both of you, to arise and take action. My ranting was quite good, I thought, but I can't remember exactly what I said and I don't care any more, so you can both sit back down now.

The Move

Friday, January 9, 2012. The day started in an ordinary way. The sun rose, we got up, had breakfast and awaited the arrival of the movers. I could not have guessed at that moment that I would not shave or change clothes for two days or that I would fall asleep that night under glowing stars with a giraffe watching over me.

The movers arrived a little after nine and backed their huge tractor trailer into the alley behind our house. All seven of them came in, looked lethargically around and then went into hyper drive. I never saw people move so fast carrying such heavy loads. Anything that wasn't in a box, went into a box and got loaded on the truck. It was about the time that all the boxes were loaded that Anne asked me if I had loaded our overnight bags into our cars. No, I didn't do that. I hadn't finished packing mine, but was so diverted by the many questions the foreman had, that I forgot about it. Well, our bags got packed, taped in a box and loaded on the truck, Heavens knew where. Pedro, the foreman, climbed the three story high pile of boxes trying to see, but it was hopeless. In addition to my underwear, my meds were also in my bag. They offered to unpack the truck, but I decided that I would somehow survive.

The loading was finished by about 4:00 o'clock, but it took Anne and I a few more hours to get the cars packed with miscellaneous stuff and to try to give a last minute cleaning to the house. We had hired a neighbor woman we know, who does it as a profession, to clean the house. I was to take care of cleaning the attic and the basement. That task turned out to be impossible, because the movers had also loaded my cleaning equipment.

Evening came and we headed to Ted's house where Patti provided a delicious meal for us. The twins were in bed by the time we got there so we didn't see them until the next morning. We decided to wash our clothes at their house so that we would at least start the next day in fresh clothes.

Six year old Bridget gave up her double bed to us for the night. As I lay my weary head on the pillow, I looked up and there were glowing stars pasted to the ceiling and Bridget's very large stuffed giraffe stood at the foot of the bed watching over us.

Tuesday dawned and after a hearty breakfast provided by Patti and Teddy, we headed North. The weather was great for driving and the views were especially nice. The weather was so mild that we decided to stop at a rest area and eat our lunch half in and half out of the car rather than going to a fast food establishment. It was a good choice. We arrived at our house and did some preliminary preparation for the movers who were to arrive the next day. At least I had some clean clothes that I had previously brought to the house. I hadn't brought all the underwear I would have liked and I hadn't brought a razor.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012. The truck was to arrive between 9:00 and 11:00 a.m., so we were surprised when we got a call before nine that they were about three miles away. This time there were five men, as promised and they worked equally fast and hard as the men who did the loading. Two of the men were the same. As was suggested by the movers, we had color coded the boxes with dots to designate the rooms to which the boxes were to be delivered. That worked relatively well, although I didn't realize how many boxes I had designated for the basement and my workshop. I have been busy clearing a path so that I can begin to sort and unpack. My method of packing was to number each box and then to write the contents in a notebook. That works well also, except that the boxes are not deposited in any sort of order, so I have to take box 75 and look at my notebook to find out what's in it. White Glove Moving and Storage did a fine job at the agreed price. The workers were polite and worked hard. At one point in the unloading process, one of the men came to me and said, "Sorry, Sir. You have a pump for the toilet?" I told him where the plunger was and dreaded the thought of what had happened. When I checked the bathroom later, it was spotless. At another point, I decided that I wanted to move a sofa bed a few inches so, instead of asking two strapping young men to move it, I asked one to help me. He readily agreed and as we started to life, I somehow slipped, fell backwards and hit my back and head against a wooden desk. My head, being as hard as it is, is fine, but my back is still paying for my foolishness. Sometime around 12:00 or 1:00 o'clock Anne found the box with our over night bags and my meds. The movers finished about three thirty and then we went out to dinner with Anne's brother Andy and his wife Mary Kay to the Filling Station for wings night and a beer, of course. I should note that the weather was unseasonably mild during the unloading as well (thanks to the intersession of St. Theresa, I believe). The next day we went out and bought a washer and dryer which were to be delivered on Friday between 9:00 and 11:00. It had snowed during the night and I figured I had plenty of time to shovel before they arrived, but at about ten to nine, I looked out and what to my wondering eyes should appear but the truck from the appliance store. Two young men got out, shoved the snow, took the cellar door off its hinges and got the machines all working. They put the door back too.

Now we are here and have had about five inches of snow so far. I put gas in the snow blower and off I went. When I came back in I found that Anne hadn't got all the boxes unpacked yet, so I set about to help her. We're making progress, but it will be awhile before everything is sorted out. Anyway, we like our house and are not planning to move from it anytime soon, if ever.

Happy Thoughts

At least I'm not going to write about funerals today. I have been busy packing. Have I said that before? It seems like packing is a new career for me. Books look very nice on shelves, but when you take them off the shelves, they fill an alarming number of boxes. Things in cabinets fill boxes. Things in closets fill boxes. Our mover dropped off 40 boxes today. When I originally told the sales rep how many boxes I thought we would nee, he laughed and said we would probably fill at least 200 boxes.

I have been transporting fragile and delicate items myself, mainly so that I don't have to pack quite as carefully as if the mover was taking them. Then I wonder, where will all of those other 200 boxes go in the new house. Will there be room for furniture? Will we be able to walk around? How long will it take to get them empty? Will it all fit?

The buyers' bank's appraiser is coming tomorrow. The municipal inspector is coming on Monday. We haven't heard about the house inspection yet that was done on Friday. I don't know what's taking so long. I arranged for our New York auto insurance today, so that's one more thing to scratch off the list. One problem is that a great number of residents (and relatives) in our new town seem to be Buffalo Bills fans. I'm not sure I care about them (the team, not the residents or relatives). Of course, the do have "Bill" in their name, but, nevertheless. Maybe I should just be silent about the whole thing and smile when they begin to get all excited. Sigh! Nothing is easy.