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Little Victories
First off, I want to thank everyone who took time yesterday to contact me with valuable information in support of my education in sink drain plumbing. Of course, the secret ingredient was, Plumber’s Putty!
I started the morning with a review of some youtube videos that revealed tips and tricks, which bolstered my confidence that stopping the leak was well within my capabilities. It also verified my suspicion that it would probably involve something like Plumber’s Putty. Sure enough, front and center, that is what was needed.
I headed to town with my sights set on the fireplace store, and the hardware store. I came home with new rope door gaskets, high temp silicone sealant, and the putty.
The day was filled with a series of minor accomplishments.
- Cleaned out some pallets and tires from the house garage, and got them moved down to the shop garage for storage.
- Tossed out dead mousesicle and reset trap in the garage. (Steve, I haven’t got the new trap you gave me set up in the barn yet.)
- Scraped some of the melting ice off the upper portion of the driveway, near the house.
- Sprayed lubricant into the latch for the hood of my car, getting it to hold the hood down properly (securely).
- Installed batteries and started the indoor/outdoor thermometer we bought weeks ago.
No, it wasn’t 75° here yesterday; I just didn’t clear the initial data
- Got the remote sensor mounted up under the eave, to protect it from rain.
- Mounted the other thermometer we bought, which sticks directly to the window.
- Dismantled drain of kitchen sink, cleaned all the parts.
- Re-installed sink drain, with putty, and snugged it up tight.
- Replaced rope gaskets on fireplace doors.
The number of obstructions to the success of each project were minimal, and I won praise from Cyndie for my success with the plumbing lesson, so it was a rewarding day of work.
We have an appointment this morning for the dishwasher, for which Cyndie accepted responsibility to be home, so I could get to my day-job.
At the end of the day yesterday, I had saved the expense of hiring a plumber, but I may have initiated something that will cost me a lot more than one service call. While at the fireplace store, I inquired about their geothermal heating and cooling system installations. I now have an appointment next Monday to host a visit from a salesman. We’ll talk about how such a system might fit this location, and what kind of financial commitment it would require to pull it off.
In my dream world, I would also add solar, or wind generated power for the electrical needs of the system.
As long as we are in this Wintervale Ranch dream, we might as well dream big.
New View
Not long ago, I posted a picture of what our planned hay shed might look like, situated by the barn, and with the new loop of driveway around it. Creating it had been a rather quick effort to find a shed that looks like what we have in mind, and paste it onto the existing image. A little while after that effort, I was walking down our driveway and experienced a moment of clarity. The hay shed in that image was in the wrong orientation.
We have been mulling over how it might look, and I suddenly realized that, when coming up our driveway, the view won’t be directly in at the stored hay, you will see the side of the shed. So, I spent some time last night doctoring up another photo image.
In trying to correct for the scale, I may have overdone it a bit, and made it too big this time, I’m not sure. I also darkened the new portion of driveway, to make it more visible. However, then I went and covered it up by adding some fence for the paddock that will be going in. Here’s a representation of the current plan we have in mind:
The fence line isn’t quite right, as we haven’t exactly determined where we will be putting gates, and what route it will ultimately follow, but it helps to see it there, to envision the impact it makes on the look of the new shed in that location.
I’m feeling encouraged that it might end up to be a logical and coordinated layout, and hopefully won’t look as disjointed as I originally feared it might. Now, if the weather would just cooperate, we could start making some actual physical progress on the project, not just image-manipulated simulations of progress (even though simulations are a lot easier and a heck of a lot cheaper).
Love it!
This is not to scale, but shows a hint of what we are contemplating for a hay shed beside the barn. Yesterday, I shoveled a mock driveway that you might be able to discern in front of the image of a shed that I have pasted into the photo I took.
There is no denying that this will impact the visuals of arriving to our place, but we think it will fit in the long run. There will be fencing of the paddock which will run on the near side of that new driveway loop, and often times, horses grazing in the pasture along the entrance. Just the addition of the fence alone is going to greatly alter the way things look in that area.
We don’t think having the hay shed right there, front and center –the first thing you come to when arriving– is ideal, but this is the way to make it most functional. Without having it physically in place to judge, we have to just guess how well it will fit. I fear the reality will be a bit shocking. I expect it to look larger than I am imagining it to be.
We are hoping to be able to adjust to it in a short amount of time, and let the activity surrounding it establish the justification, and the ultimate appropriateness, for the location. This is not the kind of thing that we can easily change our mind on after it is built. By that time, we will be putting our energy toward convincing ourselves how much we totally love it.
Frozen Solid
Not much worth doing on the ranch after a heavy rain downpour in January is followed by plummeting temperatures. Especially when it falls way below zero Fahrenheit. Everything is ice. Extreme ice. It is brutal in so many ways.
First off, our driveway is a disaster. Cyndie suggested I try cleaning it by plowing with the tractor the day after it rained. I balked, fully aware that doing nothing would lead to this, but there were small odds I would have had much success with plowing. Under the slush, it was too icy to provide enough traction, even with chains on the tires. Also, it was still warm enough that the wet slush would stick to the blade, and quickly become too heavy for what little grip my wheels could accomplish. I figured I could make a bigger mess of things than we already had, and get the tractor stuck, to boot.
Now the driveway is one solid block of ice. Either I will get lucky, and it will slough off in big chunks when the next warm up occurs, or we are stuck skating our vehicles up and down the drive for the next few weeks. Either way, any small cracks that existed before, are now being stressed, big time.
Water flows and seeps into every crack and crevass, then it expands with destructive power when it freezes. It’s how we accomplish some of our world class pot holes in the roads around here. I can’t wait to see how the driveway looks, come spring.
The colder it gets, the harder the freeze. The harder the freeze, the more dramatic the breaking. When ice expands, it makes a lot of noise. The bigger the ice, the bigger the noise the cracking ice makes. Standing on a frozen lake, when the ice ruptures, the boom of fracturing ice can be very disquieting. When a mass of ice on top of the roof cracks, it is downright upsetting. Of course, it tends to happen in the darkest, coldest hours of the night, which just so happens to coincide with the time a person is trying to get a restful night’s sleep.
Quite frankly, it scares the hell out of me to be startled awake by, (((BOOM!))). Sleep tight.
Cyndie snapped a shot of me as I was about to enjoy trying to navigate the driveway disaster, walking the trash down to the road last night, with the windchill at 21 below.
Flash Boom
Shortly before midnight on Monday night, I was having a very interesting dream, the gist of which I have now totally forgotten, likely because the dream was abruptly interrupted by a curious booming sound. It was thunder.
There is a brief period of transition from asleep and dreaming, to being awake, when logic has yet to establish firm footing. I raced right through that confused state of mind when the next bright flash and booming thunder snapped me to attention. That was when I realized we weren’t experiencing one of those rare thunder-snows. I was hearing a full-fledged downpour of rain, …in January. I have never witnessed anything like it in my entire life. It was pouring. A deluge. It included continuing lightning strikes, (we counted 7 in all), in about 15 minutes of roaring rainfall. I can’t imagine what it would have been like if this fell as snow.
I was like a little kid, running from window to window, trying to take it all in. This was an exceptionally dramatic weather event for me. Where was all this water going to go, with our ground frozen solid? I wondered if we might lose electricity. While I was still able, I hopped online and summoned a radar image.
There was a pretty big area of sleet that funneled down to a small tail of the classic green, yellow, and red of a thunderstorm, and that was centered right on top of us. It looked to be only about a couple of miles wide. Hmm. Aren’t we special?
We chuckled over suddenly having two cats show up in our bed, looking for some extra cuddles, a lot like the way children are known to act during a thunderstorm.
Yesterday afternoon, Cyndie and I took a walk to survey the aftermath and decided the rain was a good thing, even though it trashed the snow, and turned our roads into a nightmare of icy-ness. With the rainfall unable to soak in, it provided a perfect graphic representation of the drainage in the area we are planning our fences.
The spot where we cleared out the brush and created a small runway appears to work wonderfully. Then there is an area where the wetness 
spreads out a bit, before coming together again, right where we expected it to. The stakes that our fence contractor put in to identify the drain path are smack-dab in the middle of the wettest spots.
The whole experience was pretty exciting, if maybe a bit unnerving. It’s going to delay the start of our paddock fence installation for a while, but we learned a little something out of the event.
This is the second time since we moved here, last October, that our sleep was interrupted by a dramatic thunderstorm. With the house situated on the high point of our property, I’m not entirely surprised. It’s just that we haven’t been here during the normal time of year for thunderstorms yet. I wonder what’s in store for us when springtime finally arrives?
New Ideas
We have a new idea about a way to make a hay shed fit in optimal orientation in the space we have available. We are considering creating a roundabout driveway to the barn. I have updated our planning image to show how it might look. It would allow a delivery of hay to pull in without needing to back up or turn around. After unloading, the route out would be straight ahead around the loop.
It is going to alter the perimeter of the paddock on that side, but we think it will be a worthy compromise. Determining the route of the fencing is important because the first batch of fence wood has been delivered. When weather permits, we would like to have paddock construction begin.
I have a new inspiration about possibilities here. We enjoyed a dinner date with Larry and Nancy, the wonderful people we purchased this property from, and during conversation, the word “spring” came up, and not in reference to the season of the year. I was pondering the fact that we still have so much to discover here, not having yet experienced the wet season after the snow thaws. I’m not sure what to expect.
Larry pointed out that it can happen that there will be areas that will be dry, but others not. One time he unexpectedly got the tractor stuck in a wet spot and needed to have a neighbor pull it out. Nancy mentioned the possibility of there being springs that are the source of wet spots.
I will be keeping a close eye on any areas that remain unusually damp after the snow melts, the seasons change, and the heat of summer begins to dry out the land. I would be thrilled to discover we have a spring. There is so much yet to learn, simply by being here for a full year of nature’s changes. It is a great thrill.
Today we are snugged in, having run errands yesterday, and we intend to enjoy a predicted winter storm from the vantage point of our living room. There is a fire in the fireplace, and plenty of indoor work to consume our attention. It is a downright dreamy Wintervale day.
Well Done
We had a good day yesterday, on the ranch. Cyndie and I were lounging in the recliners in the sunroom, contemplating a plan for our day, weighing many optional tasks we have in mind. We’ve been meaning to finish cutting a trail in the southwest corner of our woods, but leaning back in our chairs, it was almost too easy to save that work for another time. We set that one aside and put thought toward other errands.
Luckily, we are flexible in our planning, and the activity in the woods came up for second review and won our favor. It gave me my first opportunity to try out the chainsaw that Mary and Tim loaned me to allow me to have some experience from which to make a more informed purchasing decision. Mary, tell Tim it worked great for me! I think it is just the right size for our needs.
It was warm enough that we worked without jackets which helped to allow us to get a trail cleared just as the predicted afternoon winds started to pick up. The arctic blast was on its way. That allowed us to snug in and build a fire in the fireplace. I got creative and found a way to listen to the broadcast of the Gopher hockey game against North Dakota. This morning, the temperature is -2°F. We will probably work on indoor projects today.
I didn’t get any pictures of our work on the trail, but on the way up the hill to the house, I turned around and captured Cyndie walking up behind me. She got me back by pulling the camera out when I was celebrating a goal by the Minnesota hockey team.
Perfectly Special
Cyndie and our Realtor, Patti, walking the property on our very first visit here.
When Cyndie and I were on the hunt for horse property late last summer, our priorities became evident after walking just the first two showings our realtor took us to see. It wasn’t the house that mattered the most. By the third property, as the realtor headed to unlock the front door, Cyndie and I were headed the other way, in opposite directions. She would be looking at the barn and I would be surveying the land.
We wanted enough acreage to support 4 horses, and facilities already in place to shelter them. A house for us was something we both already had history managing, and felt we could take care of, or fix up, whatever building was on our perfect choice of property. This land in Wisconsin was in our sights from the first moment we began watching properties. It was just the right size and had a barn that was ready to go. The fact that the house was an incredibly beautiful log home was well beyond our dreams and wishes.
Since the time when snowy cold and darkness of winter settled upon us, we have been spending more and more time snuggled inside the house. In fact, just the other day we were talking about the fact that we have yet to make any strides toward organizing and setting up the barn in preparation for its future residents. Meanwhile, we continue to tweak things around the house. It is, quite simply, an incredible, charming, invigorating, inspiring, comforting domicile that is somehow both energizing and calming at the same time.
As special as this house is, we find it even more so, because of the fact we were not looking for anything along these lines, during our hunt for horse property.
Enjoying ourselves immensely here, I think I’m still in a little bit of shock over the dwelling, and will look up at a door or other small feature and just feel overwhelmed at how perfectly special it really is. It is humbling. And, it is a joy to behold.
Unknown Outcomes
I used to live in the suburbs. I don’t live there anymore. Now I live on a hill overlooking 20 acres of woods and pasture, surrounded by more woods and some farm fields. I used to live in a house with one cat, but I didn’t really want to have a cat in the house.
Now I live with two cats, and reveal how fond of them I am by my feeble attempts to complain about them.
I successfully convinced my family that we shouldn’t have a dog in a place where it would always be on a leash and we would be required to pick up its excrement, not to mention that our lifestyle didn’t align with the time and availability demands of properly caring for such a pet. Now we are pondering getting two dogs. I still don’t see how we will be fitting that time requirement into our plans to be getting horses, while still working day-jobs, off-site.
Of course, the long-term plan is to grow into a system of generating income from Cyndie’s training and consulting expertise, using the horses as guides in lessons. I have no guess how long it will take to reach that goal, and even less of an idea how we will acquire and care for dogs and horses in preparation toward getting there.
Isn’t this a great adventure! If you had asked me 27-years ago, how I was going to raise two children, in the suburbs, while we both worked, and keep our marriage together, I wouldn’t have had a clue. But we did so, and are healthier and happier on the back side of that stage of our lives.
Imagine what we have in store for the next stage.
Big Accomplishment
The big accomplishment achieved yesterday is the removal of two windows from the wall between the kitchen/dining room and the sun room. Early in our days of settling in here, we felt there was potential for having those spaces opened up.
The front sun room is an add-on to what was once an outside wall. That wall had very nice windows that were meant to keep the elements out. They were the style that crank out to open. With our little breakfast table under the window, it wasn’t conducive to having the windows open, but we both were wishing the space between the kitchen sink and our breakfast table was open for passing things through, or just chatting back and forth.
Yesterday, with the help of our friends Greg and Mel, the window over the sink was removed. The result was pleasing enough that we just kept on going and pulled out the bigger window by the dining table, as well.
I feel like we haven’t been here that long, and we are making some dramatic changes, even though we were thrilled with the place just as it was when we bought it. Each step is creating an increasing feeling of the place becoming more ‘ours.’
In this shot from Thanksgiving, you can see how it looked when the windows were in place:
Relative Something 