Mud: we has lots of it
We have lots of sticky clay mud, shoe scrapers everywhere and signs of reptiles we’d rather not meet face to face.
We have lots of sticky clay mud, shoe scrapers everywhere and signs of reptiles we’d rather not meet face to face.
A tree fell on a power line on our property, PG&E’s tech took the low road, and the line turned out to be connected to nothing.
A list of small things: wood chips, a mower for Dino, feral cats, my parents’ visit and a booking calendar in the works.
Our two furnaces date from 1966 and burn heating oil, and finding someone who can service them is a project in itself.
The trim is painted, the tape is off and the blue room is done, our first full-room remodel.
The old hot tub’s circuit was a half-assed mess of shared power and rotted wiring, so the new tub gets a proper 220V circuit in a fresh trench.
The hissing 80-gallon water heater turned out to be failing in many ways, so it’s replaced.
Our new hot tub arrived, and the old one barely fit under the eaves on its way out.
The replacement faucet arrived, the exact same model and not defective this time, and the kitchen sink is finally sorted.
Our new hot tub is a Maxx 461 from Trade Winds Spas in Los Gatos, picked with no hard sell, and the pad is leveled and ready.
Two little benches from the craft store give the front foyer a spot to sit down and take off shoes.
Learning to paint textured interior walls, starting with spackle and primer, as the purple room nears its end.
Our neighbors’ horses escaped onto our property, and the rider who came to fetch them left a present on our driveway.
Prepping the purple bedroom for paint: lots of spackle, two useless phone jacks plugged and a growth chart about to disappear.
The final bit of the planter box story, from our SF balcony to a new home at Purgatory.
Living up in the hills means ever-changing light and ever-moving clouds.
Lots of people get lost up here, and sometimes unusual things happen, like a car-retrieval drama playing out in our driveway.
Building a better floorplan of the house with a laser tape measure, after trying a few apps that didn’t quite work.
Our new kitchen faucet arrived defective, and by the time I tried to replace it, buying one had become illegal in California. A giant rant.
A very corroded pool light bulb, because the previous owner wouldn’t spend a few extra dollars on a new housing seal.
The 35-year-old hot tub that came with the house turned green, and the plastic was disintegrating, so it’s time to find a new one.
New pantry shelving that doesn’t seesaw and will keep things safe in an earthquake.
Our first Christmas at Purgatory: a quiet day, meaningful decorations and soft-boiled eggs with toast soldiers.
A holiday recording I made for Agent Smith. Feel free to laugh…a lot.
Spreading the giant piles of wood chips around the property, a few cubic feet at a time. Who needs a gym?
A varmint-proof composter and a Bear Cat chipper, so we don’t end up with a trash heap of our own.
Why our side-by-side fridge annoyed us, and how we ended up with Mr. Freeze, an LG French door unit.
