There had been quite a storm last night, the front lawn was littered with leaves, twigs and branches. When the sun eventually shone the light filtered though the changing colours like stained glass, this is a fantastic time of year.
Of course what I’m not looking forward to is the massive leaf dump.
We drove to Zeeland for Kelli’s doctors appointment, he said she is continuing to get stronger. This whole episode is teaching me a lot about how the mind and body works, I never thought about the person’s frequency and vibration effecting our relationship with others, I always believed that it was “Chemistry“ that worked or didn’t work between people. Therefore “Tuning” is the secret to healthy living as well as good food.
So in a way I’m also benefiting from Kelli’s journey, although like an old violin I might need a bit of tuning myself.
A great day to work outside, a rare day in the coming week according to the weather channel.
We had a call from the optometrist that my new glasses were available for collection. So we rushed round to get them.
I had one reading and a bifocal set which I have not had before. Putting them on for the first time felt strange, the fringing effect disturbed me, but I guess I will get used to it.
I finally got round to planting the English bluebell bulbs I had found online. I decided to plant them under a tree in the front where all the wild flowers are. I scraped three concentric circles around the tree trunk, and set them three inches apart, if they all grow it should look fantastic.
I finished filling the second gabion, it is always a difficult job to fit the top panel when the sides are bowed out. The joining connector is a spiral wire that is wound down the corner holding the panels together, a clever idea.
I have just one left to do, then the diminishing rock pile will disappear, about time to.
We took pictures of the large Afghan dresser, boy! That is a heavy beast.
The long dresser is now finished. Kelli painted it in a very pale blue that I bought from the bargain shelf at Menards. These are paints that get mixed for a customer who then decides it’s wrong, and they return it.
They charge nine bucks for a gallon which is a great price. We scour the shelves most time we go there, often there are colours that no sensible person would chose, not even us.
We also had to go to the north side to collect some free stuff.
The person had three dressers to dispose of, two of them had badly blistered tops that we gave a wide birth, choosing one that might be okay, although heavy was made from particle board. This will either work or get put on the bonfire.
A lady came to pick up a long candle holder, well it was a long piece of four by four with a load of holes in it. I never thought we would sell the thing, but I should never underestimate my wife’s ability to make money from nothing.
Off to Menards to buy some primer and sandpaper the most used commodities in the garage.
It’s sad to say that a visit to this store does fill me with joy, although nothing really changes in the place, at least I know where everything is, and there is still 11% discount on everything.
With the primer bought, Kelli can get on with the large dresser we collected from Mohammed the Afghan.
Within a few hours she had transformed it. I had to repair a drawer, so I searched around for some material. There are advantages and disadvantages of keeping scrap timber, the good thing is finding the right size, but the bad is tripping and falling over all the rest.
Note to self, clean the space again.
I also started priming some parts of the kitchen unit, thats a bit of a drags as I will have to remove all the plywood back and floor panels.
This is the time of year when we are chasing the weather. We can’t rely on warm sunny days anymore, and the week ahead is not great, but that’s what we have to deal with.
We managed a bike ride down to the big lake, the water was calm and the sun reflected on the surface and almost blinded me as we turned the corner. The snow fences are up on the beach, getting ready for the white stuff.
It was a pleasant start to the day, not warm but sunny. I started to strip down the kitchen cabinet and applied a sealer to the front panels ready for primer, unfortunately we had none, that means a trip to Menards tomorrow.
We finished the two side tables. Kelli remixed the paint to a lighter shade and gave them a blast while I was finishing the tops.
I regularly inspect the back lawn to see how the reseeded areas are growing. Some are doing well, others are a bit slow. My friends the squirrels do have a habit of attacking the patches covered in straw, they leave holes that will have to be filled again.
I had planted seeds in trays that were growing well, I did have ago at transplanting some areas, I will now be checking those patches regularly.
We unloaded the dresser we collected yesterday, a bit of crap, but we have had worse, a good clean, and a rough sand and it will be transformed, I promise.
We had a appointment to meet up with Greer and Dylan to see their proposed new home in Allandale. But first, as always we had to collect a dresser that Kelli had bought. It was relatively close. When we got to the address it was a two story apartment with the dresser housed on the first floor. I have always thought that my demise would happen carrying a long dresser down some stairs, and guess what I was faced with ? Correct, a long dresser down some stairs.
The seller’s name was Mohammed, so it narrowed down his ethnic origin. He was in fact from Afghanistan. He was an interpreter working for the CIA and relocated when the Americans left. Needless to say he was a dead man if he and his family were ever to return.
We climbed the stairs and were led into the bedroom, there was the badass dresser covered in bottles and crap, all the drawers were full of stuff as well. So firstly he had to dump all the contents on to the bed before we could move the thing. Carefully we manoeuvred the piece down the stairs with Kelli supporting me as I descended, putting her own life at risk in case of a rapid re-entry.
With the piece safely loaded in the truck we were ready to head off to Allendale.
Mohammed offered us a cup of tea or coffee, which was kind and generous, and not what we would expect at all, but we had agreed time to meet Greer and Dylan so we had to decline.
We arrived at the mobile home a little before the others, but once they turned up we had a good chance to look over the place.
I was impressed, it was quite large with three bedrooms and two bathrooms, ideal as a first home, and a lot better than the apartment they currently have in Grand Rapids.
We had decided to get a bite to eat, we had to be back home by a certain time because someone was coming to view, and hopefully buy the small cabinet Kelli posted a couple of days ago. Kelli had found a cafe on line, that sounded good, so we set off in search of the establishment.
When we got there we were shocked, and amused at the same time. The Golden Grounds Coffee Co was in fact a small caravan inside a wooden shed. After a laugh, we decided to give a go. So with coffee in hand we stood in the car park with the wind whipping around our bodies, we bid farewell and headed back to Holland.
Not long after we got back our potential customer arrived. At first she said she thought the grey finish was more teal. “ it looks like teal on my phone” she said showing us the posting picture. It did look a different colour, but she also had a filter on her phone that changed all the colours.
She dithered for a while then said “Will you take less?”
I said not really because of all the work we put into it, and I was ready to inch punch her.
She continued her hesitation, and then repeated her question. This time Kelli jumped in and agreed a slightly lower price, and that sealed the deal.
Somehow I stepped in some chewing gum. It imbedded it in the heel of my shoe at some point. I knew something was wrong when we entered Goodwill, on a rare shopping expedition. The business had transferred to a new location, and it had one of those resin coated floors. As soon as we cleared the electric doors and passed the large mats, my heel made contact. The adhesion of the gum was significant, it almost tore my shoe off as I attempted to lift my foot. I tried to ignore it, but every step I took there was a “snick!” sound, and there was no point in trying to scuff it off because there was no friction on the floor.
I found a quiet part of the store, and lifted my foot to examine what was stuck on my heel.
Whoever spat the gum out must have had a bloody mouthful of the stuff, it was a big mound of grey sticky gunk.
I proceeded to try to remove the substance, but I could not pull it off my heel, it was well bonded. I must have looked odd to anyone watching me standing on one leg, frantically picking bits off my shoe. I managed to remove a small portion, but where should I put it? I certainly didn’t want to throw it on to the floor and cause some old lady to become permanently stuck to the floor.
In desperation I found a spot at the back of a shelf and deposited it there. I continued to remove bits, adding to the pile on the shelf.
I thought that I was clean of the goo, but as I walked off, the snicking continued.
I had only one option left and that was to go outside and scrape my foot around the car park, which is what I did.
I performed the “remove the gum from the shoe” dance by dragging the offending heel on the tarmac. This was successful, I didn’t mind looking like I had a walking impediment to rid myself of that awful muck.
I was expecting a message from the builder thanking me for digging the new foundations, but I didn’t get one. It must have looked odd to them seeing all the trenches and holes that weren’t there yesterday morning.
Today it was getting back to business. The two matching side tables got a final sanding, ready for priming later.
I worked on the drawers, trying to scrape off the paint on the sides. They were so sloppily painted it looked a mess, and I couldn’t let it go.
Leaves were starting to fall, there were gusts of wind sending them fluttering to the ground.
The sparrows in the holly bush, also known as the Death Star, were noisy, at any time there must be thirty birds all chirping at once.
There are particularly visual clues as to the season change, apart from the leaves, it the man across the street. Once he refits the doors to his Jeep, you know something is going to change. For the summer he leans them against the support post of his volleyball net.
Kelli had a bad night waking at 3.30am and not being able to get back to sleep. As I have said before, that means I don’t sleep either, I am used to early mornings, Kelli isn’t.
What had been troubling her was the demolition of her old rented house. Her daughter Greer reminded her that Mazy, her miniature Schnauzer, a nasty mini bundle of hate was buried in the garden near a bush.
She wanted to try and find the grave and exhume the remains and rebury them somewhere in our garden.
As the work was moving at a fast pace I cycled alone to see what was happening.
When I got there nothing was left standing. The digger was pulling stuff out of the hole and dropping it into a large skip.
I got the driver’s attention, and explained the situation, he said he would finish removing the basement walls and timbers by mid afternoon, so it would be available for us to try to locate the grave.
So at the middle of the afternoon, with shovels in the back of the truck we headed off to the site.
By now the place was levelled except of a deep hole where the basement used to be. The bush had been torn up, so there was no reference point at all.
I was trying to understand the layout of the place to establish where this bush would have been. Kelli couldn’t remember exactly, so it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I tried to approach the dig like the time team, digging trenches parallel down to a depth of two feet. Digging was easy, the soil was sandy, and I must have moved a ton of the stuff. People would walk by and inquire what we were doing. Once it was explained to them they would walk away no doubt saying under their breath “ good luck with that buddy”.
I persevered, until I could barely hold the shovel, it was hopeless, we gave it our best shot, but the bones of Mazy eluded us.
Finally finished the kitchen unit and sent pictures to the client, they were excited with the result, and we also blagged the painting for an additional cost.
Kelli also moved most of the plants around, the result? It looked like a minefield with all the holes left, but that should be it for this year.
I have been gradually reseeding small areas of the lawn, it looks a bit like a patchwork at the moment until the new grass colour blends in.
I am also growing grass in seed trays to give me some instant repair material.
It was a good day for a bike ride. I needed some small screws for the kitchen unit and Kelli needed bird seed so we headed to the Graafschap Hardware store which was the closest. It was a long slog uphill, but great on the way back. The store dates back to 1860, and I believe they still have stock from that time. The sort of place where you can buy single screws, and bird seed by the beak.
One of the homes that Kelli had rented many years back was being demolished today, and we couldn’t help but take a look.
The reason for its demolition was because it was collapsing in on itself. It was alway a dodgy construction
Another Lifetime to go 