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Magic Number: 6 — Downsizing

When we decided to sell the house we began boxing up stuff to put into storage. Our good friends (and our home teachers) had just purchased a set of storage units so that worked out well for us; they could kind of keep an eye on things while we are somewhere else in the world. We decided to rent two of them thinking that we could put all our stuff into about 1 1/2 units and have room to put the Toyota Rav4 in as well. We’d keep that car, sell Nina’s Avalon, sell the motorcycle, and possibly sell the motor home.

It hasn’t worked out exactly like the plan. First, the house sold about six weeks earlier than we had expected, so rather than moving things in a leisurely fashion, we had to kick into high gear and get fully moved out in three weeks. The Ward members turned out in droves to help move everything out of the house into storage and the result was both units completely full. No room for a car! The motorcycle might be sold, the guy who wants it “has to come up with the money.” I finally told him that I’d need a definitive answer by today so if he couldn’t do the money, I still had time to get it sold. Nina’s Avalon is sold as well, the buyer just needs to come and get it.

We’re now living in the motor home at the Cowboy RV Park in Pocatello, Idaho.  We’ve downsized from 4,200 sq ft to about 120 sq ft. It’s working out reasonably well….

The biggest issue is finding stuff. We’ve been to the storage units almost daily since the 12th of August when we moved into the motor home, either taking stuff to the storage unit or bringing stuff here from the storage unit. Quite often what we’re looking for in the storage unit can’t be readily found without taking the whole unit apart. I’m pretty sure if I took everything out of both units and repacked it, we’d have room enough for the car. The question is whether I want to go to all that effort! It’s a bigger job than I could do by myself, so I’d have to find / rent help. It might be worth it just to make an inventory of what is where in the storage unit!

We’ve pretty much decided to keep the motor home and put it in storage while we’re gone. We’ll never be in position to buy another one, this one is paid for, works well, and is in pretty good shape. Selling it in November will be very difficult and we wouldn’t get it’s value out of the sale. So, we’ll park it outside in a fenced-in storage lot, put the cover over it, and have it available when we’re done missioning.

And that’s the way things are….

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Doing Laundry

I have had every-other-Friday off since I started to work at the Idaho National Laboratory. That’s always been a nice perk. Today is one of those Fridays. Nina works as an Ordinance Worker at the Idaho Falls Temple on Friday mornings, so she has to get up around 3:30 am and be out the door around 4:30 am. On the days that I’m working, I have to get up at 4:30 am and be out the door by 5:45 am. Every other Friday I usually sleep through Nina’s preparations and on the other Fridays I’m getting up as she is going out the door. Long paragraph for a very mundane subject….!!

The reason I’m blogging this is that after my blog was updated to the latest software, I couldn’t log in and I couldn’t post from my iPad. That’s been fixed after some fancy command-line Linux and MySQL work (done by me) so I was able to post from my MacBook. This is a test to verify that I can post from my iPad and that everything is in order.

The problem appears to have been a WordPress plugin that was no longer cooperating. I got them all uninstalled and then reinstalled a couple of plugins that are pretty essential (particularly the spam filter as my blog, like everyone else’s, gets hundreds of spammy comments every day and Akismet does a great job of filtering out more than 99% of them). A couple of others might prove to be useful, but in some cases the upgrades to the base WordPress software makes the need for a couple of plugins no longer necessary.

So, I’m doing laundry. That turned out to be a big of a saga all by itself. First, I couldn’t find the laundry detergent. It’s in the motor home or Nina’s car somewhere … somewhere quite safe. So, on the way to the laundromat I stopped at Albertson’s to pick up some detergent. I never really know how much detergent to use and Nina buys the big warehouse-sized containers and uses a scoop. It’s always a mystery to me; particularly since the scoop has graduations etched into it for a half-scoop, 3/4 scoop and a full-scoop. So I decided I’d buy the Tide Pods which should be already pre-measured and contain the right amount of detergent, whitener, and whatever else should be used.

I got to the laundromat, loaded a washer, got out the bag of pods, and discovered I’d bought the wrong stuff. I had “Tide Boost”, not “Tide Pods”. The Boost product is intended to be used with your regular detergent. That meant, I didn’t have any detergent. The machine on the wall where you can buy (expensive) small boxes of stuff is broken. All of the detergent slots wouldn’t accept any money. So, I unloaded the washer, put everything back in the car, and drove up the street to the nearest market, and studiously bought Tide Pods.

The washers are now going. One has started to spin. In another hour I might be done. It has taken literally the entire morning.

I remember washing days as a small child with my mother on Eastman Avenue in Soda Springs. She had a wringer washer and doing the wash was iterally an all-day process. She’s put the clothes in, fill the washer, run it, and then put the clothes through the wringer into a rinse tub. A second load would go into the same wash water. While it was washing, she’d stir the rinse water and put the clothes through the wringer again into a second tub of rinse water. After stirring them, she’d put them through the wringer the third time into a clothes basket to take outside and hang on the clothes line.

After they were hung up, she’d turn the rinse tubs around, dump the first rinse water from the first load, wring the washer clothes into what was the second rinse water and fill the second rinse tub with wather. After rinsing the the first tube, the clothes went through the ringer into the second tub, rinsed, and through the ringer into the second tub. Then after going through the ringer once again, they’d go outside to be hung on the line.

That got two loads of wash done. There was usually a third load, and sometimes a fourth, depending on what we’d been doing during the week. Dad’s work clothes came home particularly dirty and sometimes they had to go through the wash a couple of times. I remember his job changing and one of the perks was that Monsanto washed his bib overalls for him. Mother appreciated that!

The clothes would hang on the line for the rest of the day and into the evening when they’d be gathered in, folded, and those that didn’t need ironing put away.

Monday was wash day, Tuesday was ironing day. Mother had an ironing machine that had a long arm and most of the clothes needing ironing could be done on that while she sat at the machine. The rest had to be done standing at the ironing board.

The day we bought an automatic washer was a celebration day at our house. Grandfather Gillett worked at the Tooele Mercantile in Tooele, Utah. Finally dad and mother had saved enough money to buy the washing machine on Grandfather’s discount (and I’m sure he did some personal additional discounting … that was just how he was). Wash day was still on Monday and ironing day on Tuesday, but the heavy lift was gone along with the hours of standing over the washing machine and the two rinse tubs. Mother just shifted other house cleaning from later in the week to Mondays. That meant she was able to take on several additional piano students, a significant source of income for the family. So not only did the automatic washing machine save a lot of time, it also increased mother’s income by about 20%! I’m sure the machine paid for itself within a year. Enough so, that by the time I was in Junior High School we had purchased an electric dryer to go along with the washing machine. That also meant a few additional piano students!

Well, my wash is now in the dryer and in a few minutes it’ll be coming out. It’ll only take about 2 1/2 hours and it’ll all be done. No ironing is needed. It’s now a rare day when Nina gets out the ironing board anymore. Life is good!

Now, if this works right, you’ll be able to read this!

I haven’t ever used the “Featured Image” feature of the WordPress app on my iPad. So, I’ve featured a picture of baby pheasants from the Idaho State Fair. No idea how this’ll look….

Magic Number: 7 — Eastern Idaho State Fair

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The Merry-Go-Round Rooster

Each Sunday in Church for the past several weeks the person conducting has been pleading for two people to volunteer to work at the Boy Scout’s Tiger Ear Booth at the Eastern Idaho State Fair on Monday, September 1st (aka Labor Day). As we sat in Sacrament Meeting on Sunday, August 23rd, Nina leaned over to me and said she wanted to volunteer and would I go with her?

I knew she was going to volunteer. They had made the announcement too many times with no one stepping forward and that’s a vacuum that Nina abhors. So, I’d already decided that if she wanted to volunteer, I would go with her. She did, and I did.

We got to the fair around noon as we wanted to check out some of the fine arts, handicraft, paintings, and photographic exhibits. One of the inmates had done a lovely cross-stitch that a friend framed and entered into the fair (which won a blue ribbon); there are some very talented artists; the fair wouldn’t be so crowded at that time. The exhibits were indeed very interesting and a couple of paintings definitely suited me. Good thing there’s no place to hang them in our motor home!

The Tiger Ear Booth was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime event (that is, you only want to do it once). Both Nina and I spent the four hours shaking cinnamon-sugar on the Tiger Ears. About a half-hour before we were finished, I finally found a stool to sit on … but by then my feet were definitely done for the day.

Tiger Ears are some kind of a scone with the dough squashed flat then fried in a deep-fat fryer, sprinkled liberally with cinnamon-sugar, and sold for $3.00 (extra honey-butter 50¢). The squishing process takes place in a hydraulic press with blobs of dough soaked in oil, then fried in oil. It is an oily, greasy process. By the time we were finished, I was in no mood to eat one! They’re anywhere from 8″ to a foot across…. heart attack heaven.

The booth requires about 30 people to be fully staffed. It was crowded and hot and by the time we were finished, we were coated with grease and cinnamon-sugar! I think we smelled ok, but felt rather gritty!

We finished up right a 7 pm and made our way (slowly and a bit painfully) to the car, followed by a stop a Ridley’s to pick up a quart of milk and some Kellog’s Corn Flakes for my dinner. No cooking happening at the motor home!

Shortly after we got there, some good Church friends stopped by bringing a tray of home-made enchiladas! Tuesday night’s dinner was already prepared. Life was good!

A Merry-go-Round Video

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Magic Number: 8 — Paperwork Submitted (Finally)

Last Monday, September 25th, the last interview was done, the last piece of paper turned in, and the last “Submit” button pushed … and just like that, our mission application is in Salt Lake waiting for their action.

Now the waiting has begun. Somewhere around the end of September we should know what the next couple of years will likely have in store for us! Wahoo!

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Back in Business … the Blog, that is

After updating the blog website to the latest version, I couldn’t login anymore! While the site displayed OK, it wouldn’t allow logins or allow posting from my iPad. So, after some manipulations and some down-and-dirty Linux command-line stuff, we’re back in business. More content coming! Like Real Soon Now….

Another Adventure Begins

Last night a bit after 10pm we put the garage door down on our ex-house and drove away for the last time … in the rain. We have had plentiful rain these past couple of weeks. We’re only half-way through the month of August and already we’ve had enough rain for this August to be the 3rd wettest in recorded history. Global warming or not, our weather here is different.

Back to the house. The plan was to put the house up for sale, fill out the paperwork to go on an LDS Church mission, retire from the Idaho National Laboratory, sell the house, drive the motor home around the country visiting family, and leave on a mission.

And, as plans go, much doesn’t go according to plan!

The house sold in 11 days. Three people came to see the house. The second couple came back a second time, verified that the house met all of their criteria, and bought the house. Our realtor (Gary Seymour, a great realtor in Pocatello if you ever need one) had told us to plan 45-90 days for the house to sell. There were several other houses in our neighborhood for sale, as well as a pretty hefty inventory of houses for sale in the greater Pocatello area.

We close on the house sale in 45 minutes (it’s currently 6:45 am as I write this) at which time we become “homeless” … or “vagabonds” as Nina puts it. We’ve moved into our motor home at the Cowboy RV Park in Pocatello and last night was the 2nd night for us to have downsized from 4,200 sq ft of living space to about 110 sq ft of space. We have stuff everywhere. All of it absolutely essential, I’m sure. The biggest issue at the moment is clothes … where to hang all of the clothes??

I’m sure the next Big Issue will be: “Where did I put that (thing)?” Even in this small space, I’m sure there are plenty of “safe” places where things can be hidden for centuries….

My retirement date is September 12th. We’ve now embarked on a process to figure out how to live together in a very small space. It’s going to be fun!

Our mission paperwork is almost ready to be submitted. One final piece of paper that Nina’s doctor needs to sign (but, of course, he’s not in the office for some reason). Then we can push the “submit” button and wait.

Life is good!! Ta ta for now.

Hartford, Here I Come

I’m on a Delta flight from Salt Lake City to Atlanta, Georgia. Seated in 29E on the right side of the airplane. This 767-300 airplane has 7 seats across. Two on the left, three in the middle, and two on the right. Row 29 is about two-thirds of the way to the back of the airplane. Seat E is the right seat in the middle row of three seats. A (talkative … but not to me, to the woman on his left) is in the middle and a woman sits in the left seat. Across the aisle to the right are two girls with a service dog. We’re about fifteen minutes into a three-hour flight.

I’m on my way to the American Radio Relay League (ARRL) centennial conference in Hartford, Connecticut. James, oldest son with call sign K9JLS, is driving there from his place in Kentucky. He’ll pick me up at the airport and we’ll do this event together.

Tomorrow (Thursday) is a day of training session. We’re attending the session on emergency communications. Friday and Saturday are the general sessions of the conference, including a tour of the ARRL headquarters and the main ham radio station there.

So, what have I forgotten to bring? A lot, actually.

I was supposed to bring a hand-held radio. Forgot it.
I was supposed to bring a bunch of QSL cards. Completely slipped my mind.
I needed another battery for my Bose headphones. Didn’t bring that either.

So, this’ll be a very successful trip anyway. I’m looking forward to the event.

In other news, we understand that someone is making an offer on our house. Maybe it’s sold?? That would be magnificent. Too soon to start celebrating, however, We don’t have the offer and who knows if it’ll even be close to acceptable.

The plane is full. A body in every seat, plus quite a few extras including a service dog and quite a few babies in laps. We were a half-hour late leaving due to a “maintenance issue” but should arrive on time. Perhaps with baggage as well. I’ve a checked bag that’s pretty key to being able to sleep at night.

Ta ta for now!

Happy Easter … Time to Catch Up a Bit

We’re spending Easter weekend in North Salt Lake with our daughter Heather and her family. Not only do we get to enjoy her company (and a fabulous Easter dinner), but Nina was “given freedom” on Friday by her foot doctor.

20140420-075853.jpg This was the six-week checkup to verify that all has gone well up to this point. He authorized her to start putting weight on her foot but to be cognizant of the pain and swelling (“The foot will swell up more than before”).

Yesterday the kneeling scooter was abandoned and crutches were employed (most of the time). She’ll be walking unaided Real Soon Now. She’s to continue wearing the boot for at least another month when she can start trying shoes. She returns on June 6th for another checkup.

My thumb is healing very nicely. The bandages are gone. I’ve made my last visit to the doctor. Feeling is returning, but the sensations are not reliable. Nerves take a long time to heal and don’t take kindly to having been disturbed. The doctor said it could be a year before all of the nerve damage is healed. At the moment, I’m quite happy that my thumb isn’t banging the space bar any more!

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We’ll be here until later this afternoon. Church is from 1- 3 pm with dinner immediately afterwards. We’ll need to leave here not later than 5:30 pm to go back to Pocatello. I have a ham radio assignment at 8 pm tonight, so I need to be there a few minutes before that to get the radios turned on and set up.

Life is good! Ta ta for now!