Archive for June, 2013

26
Jun
13

the free house project 3 or will blog for storage

We are on a temporary (I hope) hiatus from this project as FMP is distressed at the amount of stuff I have found and brought home. So, I am looking for a place to store the materials. Maybe, I can find a conservation group who would like to sponsor the free house project to make a point. When I find a place to keep it all, I will let you know.

TSG

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25
Jun
13

the free house project 2

FMP has declared that, if I am going to pursue this, I must get rid of other things that we have in the house from previous adventures. I intend to make this so.

Yesterday’s material:
Seventy-one flat and forty-three curved edging red brick tiles 6″ square-from a field near a recently completed restaurant and suitable for an entry hall.

TSG

24
Jun
13

The Free House Project 1

I am always fussing at FMP about the amount of material that is wasted in construction. Last Saturday, I found that it is also wasted in destruction. I stopped by a former storage facility that is being bulldozed. Everything is being swept into huge piles and then discarded. Some of the units were still standing and I found usable things in them. This gave me an idea.

I have bet FMP that I can find enough material in five years to build us a house. If I win, he buys land and we make plans. If I lose, the whole shebang goes to Habitat for Humanity. Either way, someone is getting a new house.

I am starting with the following:
Five porch pillars-The bottom 3-4 inches are rotten, so one of our clients had to replace them. They are still tall enough to support a porch of average height.
Three opaque glass 5’x3′ windows-Found at the demolition site and of the kind placed above garden tubs.
Linoleum tiles-Found at the demolition site and enough to floor a laundry room (dimensions to follow).

Found includes, obviously, anything on the side of the road, in the trash, etc. It also includes what I deem usable off-cuts from FMP’s cabinetry adventures, anything I am given free (but not if someone bought it for the express purpose of helping me win) and anything I win in a contest. Also, if I find anything that is saleable, but not useful for a house, I may sell it and put aside the money for anything I don’t find. Appliances and HVAC are not included in the challenge.

Oddly, even my brother-in-law, who sometimes thinks I have lost my mind, believes this can be done. FMP would like to point out that he has not yet agreed officially to the bet. I would like to point out that he has had a week to say, “No!”. I realize that some people may feel this old-fashioned, but if FMP says I can’t, then this entire project will come to a screeching halt. Someone has to be in final charge and FMP is it.

TSG

23
Jun
13

Sometimes, it’s nice to be wrong

Friday, I went to the doctor for a regular check-up. Considering the stress I have been under and my tendency to eat in those circumstances, I felt like I had gained weight. Imagine my happy surprise to find that I had actually lost four pounds. Doing the happy dance, now!

19
Jun
13

Cobb’s Anatomy by Irvin S. Cobb

Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb wrote a column for the Paducah Daily News. This book is a series of his writings on the human anatomy with its trials and tribulations. Amazingly, the issues raised here are still relevant and funny one hundred years later. A fun read for a rainy afternoon, this book can be accessed here: http://librivox.org/cobbs-anatomy-by-irvin-shrewsbury-cobb/

TSG

16
Jun
13

Happy Father’s Day

In the sixties, when I was born, most men wanted a son first to carry on the family name. My father just wanted a child. The fact that his first-born was a girl didn’t faze him at all. He was delighted. He was every bit as delighted when my two sisters followed me in the next four years. It was not until six years afterwards that a boy was born.

My father taught me that I could do anything that I determined to do. He never met my suggestions, no matter how wild, with scorn. Instead, he provided me with the tools and taught me the skills necessary and then let me go. Now, when someone tells me that something can’t be done, I tell them to get out of the way.

When I was ten, I decided that the tall cylinders my mother’s hose came in would make great pencil holders if I could just melt the top to make a hole. My father got a small blowtorch and taught me how to use it. When I had the hang of it, he left me outside with instructions not to point it at my sisters or the house. At the time, I was so proud that I could handle something dangerous all by myself. Now, of course, I know that my dad was nearby watching just in case. The pencil holders were a great hit as Christmas presents for grandparents, aunts and uncles. This was my first experience in learning that homemade gifts are the best.

Today, my sisters and I all work in education. We help others reach their goals, even if they seem difficult or impossible. People who have never met my father are benefiting from what he taught us. My brother is a lawyer. We tell him that three sisters were excellent trainers in arguing.

Thanks for everything, Dad! I love you!

TSG

14
Jun
13

Aaaaahhhh!!!!

After all the help we had from work, my family, etc. when IRP was ill, we did not feel we could ask for more when the compressor on our central air went out. So, with the help of a cool streak in May, we have been making do with fans and open windows.

Fortunately, FMP, who is currently in charge of the budget, has solved our dilemma. By industry and thrift (two almost forgotten words), he has saved enough extra to buy window units for our room, CPI’s room and the living room. I have just gotten up from a lovely nap in our cool room.

Thank you, FMP, for your hard work for our family! I love you!

TSG

PS–Mom and Dad, if you are reading this, we appreciate everything you have done for us. We just could not, in good conscious, ask for anything else.