a glimpse of 2024

 

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Dearest blogpals: 

I hope you also found an ice rose in one of your water buckets this year.

Thank you so much for sharing your time and thoughts with me over the past 12 months. Shall we continue?

Onward into 2025.

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happy day

Wishing you and yours a very happy 25th of December,

in whatever context you choose.

I hope it is full of peace and light and hay. 

"December 25th"  Victoria Crowe

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one done

It was 2F when I was up at 3 this morning, and it's a brisk 3F now at 8 am.

Seems a good day to write about a recent project.

2024 has been a year of major projects, some of which are going to flow into 2025. But one project that was undertaken and completed in two November days, is the rebuilding of my chimney.

Ever since the roof was replaced in 2017, there has been a gradually increasing leak in the parlor, from around the chimney. Whether the leak was coming from the 85-year-old chimney itself, the flashing, or the roof, was uncertain. Even if I was still capable of clambering around on my roof I might not have been able to identify the source, but in previous years I would have at least gone up to take a look. Not this time.

Back in February I decided that regardless of whether I would continue heating with wood - a question at the heart of a different 2024 project which will be a topic for another post - I needed to get a chimney professional out here to do whatever it would take to stop the leak.

The mason came out in June and looked at the job, answered all my questions about repair versus replacement, assured me that the leak in the parlor would stop, agreed that height could be added to improve the draw, and gave me a quote of $1500. to take all the original brickwork down to the tile liner and rebuild the chimney. The work was going to be done "either in August or after September." He gave me the names of a few places where I could see the various brick options, and one day I borrowed a car specifically to go brick-gazing. This decision was important; in recent years I've made a couple of big, bad, expensive decisions, the visual and practical results of which I live with every single day, and I'm trying very hard not to make more. (The metal roofing was one of those bad and expensive decisions, by the way. How I wish I had just stayed with ordinary shingles.)

Anyway. After considerable pondering, I selected the brick, and five months later the busy mason finally had the time to do my little two-day job. He arrived with an assistant and the two fellows had scaffolding up in the blink of an eye. They began removing the original brick, saving quite a bit of it for my use in a future project.

Original chimney just before work began.

Brick removal underway.

The entire 2-day process went so smoothly there are only a few snapshots. I try not to hover around people who are doing their work so I puttered by the barn, right arm still in a sling at that point, staying available for questions but also staying out of the way.

Here's the new chimney and the first fire, on November 15th:

This is one of those unforeseen tasks that was thrust upon me, so to speak. It had never once occurred to me that the chimney would need replacement in my lifetime, but the leak made it necessary to take action even if the chimney was no longer going to be used.

And it is certainly being used.

I am very happy with the replacement. (Whew.) The chimney "fits" both visually and functionally - the proportions are excellent, the appearance is smart but not glaringly new-looking. And the draw is much improved, which is a very nice bonus after 40-odd years!

How are your 2024 projects looking?

I'll bet you got more finished than I did!

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he died in the woods

My friend Jim died last Tuesday, while working alone on a logging job. He'd been a logger forever, and was very happy to be back in the woods this year, after a frustrating moratorium on forestry operations on State lands kept him from working locally. But this particular job required a significant commute to the site. Long days of driving in the dark, then working hard from daylight to dusk, then driving home in the dark, were taking a toll. When I saw Jim two weeks ago, he talked about how tired he was - something I'd never once heard him say in all the years I've known him. Complain about bureaucracy? Anytime. Complain about lazy people? Oh my, yes. But complain about being tired? From working? Never. It was worrying, but at least I knew this job was almost finished; he intended to be "out of there before Christmas."

I met Jim years ago when he was helping friends in town with their tractor. We identified many common connections in Massachusetts forestry, and he became my local go-to for tree work. He tackled some jobs, and told me straight up if there was something he would not take on. A few years ago when we had so much rain and wind that trees were blowing down all over the region, one of my tall, healthy oaks fell, leaving the root plate vertical and the entire bole suspended horizontally a few feet above the ground. Jim shook his head and said, "that's a young man's job." But when a maple came down across one of my paddock fences, he cut it up for me the same day, so I could repair the fence immediately and keep the goats safe. Jim liked to come across as gruff and grumpy, and he never walked through my paddocks without saying, "Those goats hate me," even as Tsuga would be trying to get close enough to tug on his jacket.

Despite his cultivated persona of old curmudgeon, Jim was a person  with a kind heart, who couldn't do enough for people. In fact, he had a hard time letting me ask for help when it was needed, instead of just doing things he thought would be helpful. An example that makes me smile: my woodstove. It drove Jim a little bit crazy that my small woodstove burns wood under 13 inches long. Any stove that couldn't take at least a 16" stick just didn't make sense to Jim. And while I agreed every time the subject came up - which was often - that it would indeed be convenient not to have to feed a stove in the middle of the night, I always pointed out that my little Waterford is a fine size for heating my tiny house. We had probably had this conversation 20 times before Jim appeared one day with a woodstove in the back of his truck. He had just helped someone else remove it from their house, and thought he'd bring it by. "Just for you to take a look at," he said casually. "Just in case you want it."

I shouldn't have been surprised; Jim always had opinions about what was wrong with a situation - on a scale ranging from personal to global - and what should be done to fix it. From some people, this might be grating, but from Jim it wasn't, because it was so clearly based on good intentions. Last October, the day I told him I'd decided to try to get by without a vehicle was the same day he started telling me I needed to replace my truck. About a month ago, feeling overwhelmed by the list of medical appointments I suddenly needed to beg rides for, I said, "Okay, Jim, I'm looking for a vehicle. Would you please keep your eyes open for a small truck?" and without even saying "I told you so!" Jim said he had been keeping his eyes open all along. I suppose if he had found an old Tacoma for sale last Winter he would have shown up in it one day, "Just for you to take a look at. Just in case you want it."

Jim kept an eye out for lots of things and lots of people. Although he chose to work alone and in the woods, he was a very sociable person with a wide network of friends and acquaintances. He had a regular Saturday chinwag with not one, but two, separate groups of friends, putting the world to rights on a weekly basis. He probably interacted with more people in a week than I do in a year. If he hadn't heard from me in a while, he'd call just to see how things were going and remind me to ask if I needed a hand with anything. "You're one of my clients," he would say. "You're Good People. You're on my List." I can't imagine how long Jim's "List" was, but I expect to hear a lot of tales from other "clients" as time goes on.

Jim was Good People, and I'm missing him already.

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barn update

 The goat barn has a new and improved roof:

For comparison, the roof on April 4:

It took months to decide what to do with the barn. In June I set up my little screentent on the deck, and many hours of the day and night were spent there, remembering and pondering. With a chaise, a little table, and a big waterproof box for my art supplies, it was an excellent place to spend time with the herd while reading or markmaking. Moxie often joined me there; Della occasionally.

Some of the views from inside the screentent were a bit surreal:

And some of my markmaking documented the state of the barn itself:

All Summer, Betula spent a lot of time nearby: in his two favorite sunny spots during the heat of the day, and up on the barn deck with me in the evenings.

Hundreds of snapshots were taken from the screentent, even though the screen created an overall textured blur, as in the above picture of Bet and this one of Mox:

And if the camera insisted on focusing on the closest object, the resulting image of the same subject looked more like this:

My neighbor, AM, has undertaken the rebuild. He really didn't want this particular task - carpentry is not nearly as lucrative as some of his other skills - so I pursued several other possibilities before finally asking him if he would be willing to do it. He agreed, with the caveat that he would have to fit it between other jobs throughout Autumn, a few hours here and there. I'm happy with this, as I know we both want the barn to be button-up-able before Real Winter, should we have one this year.

(Side note: I rather think we will.)

One advantage of this piecemeal approach to the rebuild: it gives me time to make changes to details without slowing up the job. For example, I decided to replace the window on the East side with a double door. This East door has been built first - you can just see the top of it in the first picture - before installing doors across the front of the barn, to test the idea of making the division at a different point. In other words, instead of the original/traditional design of two half-doors each 3 feet high and 4 feet wide, there will be an upper door 2 feet high and 4 feet wide and a lower door 4 feet high and 4 feet wide. Also, the 2x4-foot top section will have a polycarbonate panel insert, to allow light in when the doors are completely closed. This last idea came from AM, who is really good at understanding the sort of thing that matters to me, and incorporating it in ways I had not thought of.

Here is a picture from the first morning after the roof was built. Waking up to the sight of that straight horizontal roofbeam again was quite a relief.

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soon

Words coming soon, I think.

Pretty soon.

Pretty sure.

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again with the wordless

 

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buckle up

 

"Roman Republican denarius showing citizens voting. One toga-clad citizen drops his voting tablet in the ballot box, while behind him another voter receives his tablet from an attendant below. Voters crossed elevated walkways or 'pontes' above their fellow citizens in order to reach the ballot box, so all could see that they had voted without any last-minute intimidation or interference by others. 

To safeguard the integrity of elections, in 119 BC, the tribune Gaius Marius further narrowed the pons causeway leading to the ballot box, in order to prevent any non-voters from standing on the gangway and engaging in bribery or intimidation; literally, to ensure that there was 'no room' for interference."

from Gareth Harney, @OptimoPrincipi on twitter. His new book, Moneta: A History of Ancient Rome in Twelve Coins, is on my short list.

illustration: Denarius struck under the moneyer Publius Licinius Nerva in 112 BC, British Museum Collection

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wordless wednesday

 

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wordless wednesday

 

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left and right

We are certainly having some perfect weather.

I am spending most waking moments outside, as usual.

I'm getting most of the necessary things done, but that's about it.

A few of the necessary things have been forced to

take a ticket and get in line.

I'm seriously considering looking for a little temporary help.

Just until the shoulder is sorted.

Much of my Daily Markmaking is taking place outdoors,

but that's nothing new.

Painting with my left hand, though...

that's pretty new.

Up until now I've done occasional ink sketches with my left hand only if a cat was sleeping on my right arm when I suddenly realized it was 11:45 PM and I hadn't done any Markmaking yet that day.

Here's a left-handed bowl of van Gogh's pears:

Now I'm actually trying to use my left hand for markmaking.

Behold my left-handed oak leaves:

While it can be fun experimenting, using my left hand all day every day can also feel a bit constraining. Yesterday I bucked that constraint by holding a pencil in my right hand (which was poking out of the sling), propping the sketchbook about two inches away, and moving only my fingers and occasionally the sketchbook.

The Sugar Maple sketch actually looks like the little Sugar Maple!

It was a great relief.

Ahhhhhhh.

I saw an orthopedic PA-C on Thursday, and was told I should start Physical Therapy in another week or so, after the inflammation has settled down. Eight weeks of PT may be enough to get me back to my pre-dislocation condition. If not, there may be a need for more testing to identify deeper damage.

It was not a very satisfactory appointment. Sometimes I think medical professionals are so bored by "typical" injuries that all they want to do is race through a series of standard sentences as quickly as possible and send a patient on to the next stop. I was determined to get answers to a few questions, and I did, but only because I ignored the PA's apparent haste to get out of the room. I also ignored his referring to me three times as "sweetheart," because I was laser-focused on getting information. If I see him again for the recommended 4-week follow-up, I can guarantee he will say it only once.

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view from a chaise

Mox keeping a sharp eye on ground-level activity.

While I tilt back.

(Note: in case of interest, roofline at bottom provides scale.)

I hope you are having a lovely Tuesday.

Almost said "weekend."

Right on top of things, me.

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