Fall Color

We had some pretty amazing colors this fall. Although these pictures don’t do it justice, wanted to post some snapshots:

  

Left: Looking up our driveway before entering the trees. Right: Looking back from the same point.

  

Left: Driveway through the trees. Right: Rounding the corner to the house.

   

After an afternoon storm.

Dog Palace

I set out to build a dog house for our two key dog employees, Buster and Sammy, so that they’ll have a place to weather the winter without resorting to going under the house. That’s where they spent last winter. But this year, I’m planning on enclosing and insulating the crawl space and there will be no dogs allowed.

I know, it’s just a dog house, but I couldn’t resist going a bit “dog wild”. First, I decided to make it look a bit like the house. The dogs love our porch, even though they are not allowed on it (at least not when I’m looking). So, I decided to include a porch. Then, I thought it would be fun to make it look something like the house—the same basic exterior design. Finally, it seemed like a good chance to try out the color scheme we’re considering using on the house and see if it flies or not.

I started constructing it in September. I laid out 6x6 treated posts I had lying around and nailed two 4x8 sheets of 3/4” OSB flooring I had left over from the house. I then constructed it like any dog palace:

  

In the picture on the right, you can see that the dog house’s design is similar to that of the house. In fact, it’s even at the same state of un-finish.

So, here are some pictures of the finished “dog palace”. Maybe I overdid it a little (you think?), but my dogs appreciate it. They told me so themselves today after I finished, although not in so many words.

   

I built in a door on the side to make it easier to clean out and change straw periodically. Check out the detail (remember, this is a trial run at some of the house details I’ve been considering):

 

The picture on the right was taken trough the open door. Notice the straw bale in the middle. I put three bales in there a few weeks ago and the dogs have done their own decorating. They tore up one bale and spread it on the floor for a nice soft bed. Then they moved one of the remaining two bales in the middle so that Sammy and Buster each have their own little apartment. Quite the elegant taste, don’t you think?

Buster still likes the hay on the outside (the weather’s been mild). Sammy has his spot staked out. I’d say we have a satisfied customer.

One more shot at the porch. It’s a sad state of affairs to note that the dog house is now the nicest building on the property, and the only one completely finished. You can see the pump house to the left and that’s about what the house looks like. We’ll be attacking the house siding after I enclose the crawl space. The pump house will eventually be gone when we do the west addition.

Now the only problem is that I’m going to have to move it eventually before starting the West addition (an obvious fact that escaped me but Connie recognized immediately) and the “palace” probably weighs half a ton. Oh well, by the time I get around to the addition, I hope to have a tractor with a front end loader. I’m sure I can figure something out by then.

Some Pictures

Here’s a slide show of some random pictures around the place during the past few months. Most of them were taken in July when we re-graded. WARNING: Long sequences of boring pictures.

Dirt Work

We haven’t done much this summer except put in a sewer system (YAY!!!) But we did do some dirt work, such as clearing a few trees for our next addition, re-grading the yard, and cleaning up the driveway.

Clearing Trees

I hated to loose the few trees remaining on the East side, but they were right in the way of our planned addition (master bedroom, bath, dining room, and garage). So, we called in our favorite dozer operator, Paul, and he made quick work of it (these pictures and videos are for the grandkids; enjoy them Zach, Spencer, Brayten, Kayden, Ellie, Addy, and Samuel):

 

Before	After

 

Re-Grading the Yard

Water flows downhill. What a surprise! Short story is that I didn’t site the house in the best spot so we needed to tweak the surrounding grade to move the water away from the house, not under it. While the dozer was here, we put him to work on it and I must say, the results were good. He removed about two feet from the high spot, created a gentle swale, and re-graded a slope. Moved a lot of dirt and I was pleased with the results. Again, a video of a bulldozer doing what it does best (for the grandkids--and us big kids too):

Some before and after shots:

Before	After
	After

 

Now if we can just get some grass to grow. The drought and heat has made that difficult. May have to wait until fall.

Removing the Old Sidewalk

I had poured a sidewalk when we poured some footings a couple years ago, but alas, it was the wrong size and in the wrong place. Besides, I broke a corner off when operating a large forklift doing the roof. I was figuring I’d rent a jack hammer or do it the old fashioned way with a sledge. Paul’s idea was much easier. This was fun to watch:

 

Re-Working the Driveway

The driveway was first put in a couple years ago (by Paul) and it held up pretty good. But, we used “0 to 6” rock which is good for a road base on dirt, but not very smooth. It was time to finish the job and bring in some #1 road base, which is small broken gravel (chat) and a lot of lime, which packs good. Now we don’t tear the truck apart checking the mail. Here are some before and after shots:

Before	After
Before	After

 

Sewer

Maybe not dinner-table small-talk, but probably our most appreciated improvement was the addition of a “lagoon” and a flush toilet. We’d been using a compost toilet—maybe it was some need for personal penitence—but it did actually work pretty well. I just got tired of the chore of dumping the bucket every few days. It wasn’t my favorite activity. Enough said.

Oh the wonders of modern plumbing. I could write a sonnet on the subject. Maybe some other time, right? A lagoon is pretty common out here in the Missouri country side. It’s basically a hole (20 feet across and five feet deep) with the 4” sewer line dumping into it. It fills up with (mostly) water, forms a film of algae on the surface, doesn’t smell, is pretty cheap to put in, never needs servicing (like a septic tank needs pumping), and will last about 20 years before it might need to be cleaned out.

We put it back behind the tree line about 120 feet from the house. Just make sure the grandkids don’t decide to take a swim. It’s recommended to put a fence around it (for this very reason). That will come. It was a great day when I finally hooked up the toilet and removed the sawdust bucket and compost “Lovable-Loo”:

I know. Easy to please.

Picking Rocks

Now the hard part: Pick up all the little rocks and sticks. Guess who excels at that…

You guessed it. She’s good.

Moving Into an Unfinished House (Remembering)

Moving into an unfinished house is in my blood. On Christmas eve, 1963 (I was 6), we moved into our new house “in the trees” in California. Here I am just before that move when we still lived in “the white house” (an old white farm house my step father grew up in).

The house was in the middle of a grove of very old eucalyptus trees. it was a house by definition, but lacked a few of the assumed amenities, such as interior walls, finished floors, indoor plumbing, or any painted surfaces at all. It was a shell—“dried in”.

Of course, this was all very exciting for a six year old. I remember we had electricity because I have a distinct memory of the smell of burnt spaghetti. I loved my mom’s spaghetti, especially when she burned it. Somehow it made the ketchup I poured on it taste slightly exotic.

It was a great day when we no longer had to relieve ourselves behind a tree, of which there was no shortage. But for years, it seems (and I actually think it was many years), we still used a blanket to cover the bathroom door. “Anyone in there?”, we’d yell as we we’d approach the blanket. Someone got the bright idea of installing a red light/green light sign on the blanket to help inform the huddled masses. Still, there were the inevitable accidents when someone would barge into an already-occupied facility, causing irreparable harm to our young psyches.

But these were good times for a boy with a good imagination. It was in this house on another Christmas eve while we still had the advantage of see-through walls that I saw the silhouette of a large bearded man walking through our family room towards the Christmas tree. I took no end of teasing from my brothers about that one. Nothing they could say could dull the memory of that singular experience. This is at least partly the reason my mom had to finally break “the news” to me when I was, like, 10. It was over a bowl of cheerios, for goodness sake. Oh, the cruel reality and shame. Who was that strange man and what was he doing in our house?

I lived on our island in the trees for the next 13 years, collecting kindling and starting fires in the stove in the winter, playing football, basketball, and baseball (with my two brothers) in their respective seasons, swimming in the creek in the summer, and growing up all along.

I left the trees in March 1976 to serve a two year mission. My folks sold the place while I was gone and moved to another state (I eventually found them:-). I went on to marry a girl from Washington, raise four children who have turned into great people, and move into completely finished homes in Utah, Minnesota, Chicago, back to northern California, Colorado, and now here.

I miss the house in the trees, but I’ve always been determined to live in a finished house…until now. We were so anxious to get out of the trailer that we accepted the unavoidable consequence of a less-than-finished structure. But I did hold the line on interior walls. So, before leaving the trailer, we finished installing, taping, texturing, and painting the drywall. We installed 3/8 plywood over the subfloor and painted it with a strong enamel paint to make it easier to clean. For light fixtures, we installed the cheap plastic one-bulb affairs you see in closets.

But, we have a washer and dryer, something we didn’t have for over a year. So, Connie no longer has to go to the laundry mat. (I’m sure the manager there still misses her.) We have a full-sized fridge AND a separate freezer. We have an adult-sized shower!!! and a real closet!!! For the kitchen, we bought a cheap sink base cabinet and counter top section and installed a stainless steel sink in it. Not much counter space for a home, but “it’s sure better than the trailer.” For a pantry, we retrieved a few of our many book cases in storage and used them for now. The kitchen will be finished later when I have a shop to build cabinets.



I now have a better appreciation for why my dad took so long to finish our house. I remember hearing once that he spent about two or three thousand dollars for all the lumber and materials to dry the structure in. (Less than a tenth of what it costs today.) He obviously refused to or couldn’t take out a loan to build the house. Even though I know he went into debt for a tractor, at least he never had to worry about a house mortgage.

Such has been our approach building our homestead. We owe on the land, which we have scheduled to pay off, but not on the house. And we’re content to take as long as we need and pay as we go (now that we’re out of the trailer) for the blessing of never having a house mortgage. For the bathroom, we still don’t have a door, but the psychological damage has already been done and we’re fine with that.

At least it’s better than the trailer!

(September 2011): Moved In and Good-bye to the Trailer. YAY!!!

(September 2011): As must be obvious, I’ve fallen grossly behind in the blog. I guess this is an indication that I’m just tired of building a house. We’ve moved in and so much energy was aimed at that goal, that now that it’s accomplished, I’m not as motivated to do much more, even though the house is not finished. But, as we like to say these days, “It’s sure better than the trailer.”

 

 Moving Day

We had agreed to sell the trailer and make it available to be moved on Friday, the 9th of September. So, we moved our stuff from the trailer into the house on Thursday, the 8th. Big day. We spent our first night in the house on Thursday night, September 8th. Then on Friday, that great day arrived when the trailer was hooked up and pulled down our driveway, never to return!!!