Journey DL, Old Diary

When Desire Backfires

Well, that was an exercise in… well… …something.

I’ve got a great son in law.  When he heard me talking the other day about going over and making up the spice racks myself because I needed something to do he burst my bubble, and he made up the spice racks for me.  I have spice racks now, but I lost my thing-to-do.

I’m really thankful to him, they look wonderful.  They will help solve the right-space-for-the-right-sized-items problem in Journey.  We have been storing small jars (like spice jars which we have a lot of) in plastic tubs in the overhead storage compartments.  Every time we needed a small thing we were taking big things out of compartments and searching through a bunch of items inside to find what we were looking for.  I thought it would be easier to have those small items on shelves in the pantry where they can be seen and put larger items like pancake batter boxes, and cans of baked beans, or raw rice & pasta in the overhead compartments.  We can organize them more easily and we’ll be going into those compartments less frequently.

But I was hoping for something I could do to be productive in a way other than sitting behind my computer.

Don’t get US wrong as a family. Mike uses my stuff, I use his — it wasn’t a “thing” about me coming into his workshop.  But alas, he (like me) is betwixt and between locations.

He has been moving his business from Electric Avenue (the shop he has shared with his lifelong pal, Jason). If you remember from last summer, he bought a new building for his business. The process of getting moved has been long and arduous.  So has the process of preparing the new building ready to be moved into.  Just a week or two ago he finally got the building water tight: the old building had roof and tuck pointing issues.  Not long from now he’ll be doing business there and he’ll be a happy camper, no longer bouncing between three locations to get a day’s work done.  More repairs lie ahead before the shop is up to his standard, but he’s at least getting close to opening up the shop and being out of the old one. It will be wonderful for him to be able to work IN the building instead of UPON it!

Bottom line for this particular post is that:

  • I have no tools,
  • He has plenty of tools,
  • His tools are spread between three places halfway across town.
  • The job of building these simple shelves requires some fine line routing; something I don’t do a lot.

Mike’s rational thought was make ’em so my father in law doesn’t cut his hand off and we end up spending the day at the emergency room.  He was probably right.  He did a better job than I would have and we’ll be proud to have them in Journey.

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So, best laid plans of mice and all, today we spend doing other things.

I haven’t been out of the house in a few says so we took a jaunt to Elkhorn.  Along the way we searched for a replacement video switch box (no joy), shelf support bracket (success) and we finally got some tortillas to try our tortilla pizza recipes.

Let me return to the subject of shelf supports for a moment….

Things change

FDB1902Our Journey is an ’02 model.  Over the years things change.  Not long ago all the kitchen cabinets I had ever seen had shelf supports like those on the right.  They work with counter brackets like these on the left.

shelf-support

I never thought much about those brackets until today.  It seems that a lot of cabinet shelves now use very different shelf supports — like these.

41JYzQLfFjL._SL500_SS500_381430218_817It turns out we walked a lot of aisles looking for the right kind of brackets.  Eventually we found them, just where people our age don’t like to look:  on the bottom shelf about 6″ off the floor.  We found our brackets.  Eventually.

Lesson to self— if we buy another RV,
check out little things like whether
any of the parts onboard are already obsolete.

🙂

We have another showing on Wednesday.  Fingers crossed and all that.  And, we have sort of resolved to ourselves to be more judicious about our showing verbiage.  No opinions.  Tell prospective buyers anything they want to know about the facts of the building.  Say nothing about our personal takeaways from living here — to us it may be a good thing; to them maybe not so much.  Going through the showing process too many times is not helpful.  You get defensive about why no one wants your lovely house; that’s not productive in getting the property sold.  Perhaps the things we don’t like they might want.  And vice versa.

So, enough for today.  Talk to you tomorrow.

 

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Savannah, Savannah, Savannah

Savannah surely is a beautiful town.  But it sure is a tourist trap.  We’re having a fun time but it’s not a place to visit on a budget. Even NYC can be more affordable than this place, because there are more choices.

Don’t get me wrong.  None of those comments are complaints.  They are simply facts.  We have been here before, so we knew what to expect and we wanted to show our daughter some of the delights we have found in the past.

Wednesday was on-foot day.  We did one of those typical touristy trolley tours — largely because Kathryn didn’t have much of a historical context in which to place Savannah, and partly because it’s a good way to get an overview of a city.  It’s always amazing to see how someone can talk non-stop for 90 minutes and never run out of new old things to say.  Our tour guide (David) was quite something.

After the tour we wandered around to parts of the city that sounded interesting during the tour.  Among them River Street, Forsythe Park, Colonial Cemetary, City Market, etc.  We took time for lunch at The Lady and Sons.  If you are living in a hole in the ground and don’t know about the Lady and Sons, it’s Paula Deen’s flagship restaurant in downtown Savannah.  I guess my expectations of celebrity are too high because I wasn’t all that impressed by the restaurant.  We get better fried chicken at Gold Rush Chicken in Milwaukee.  Heck, even Pizza Ranch’s broasted chicken is both tastier and moister.  The chicken fried steak was unlike any chicken fried steak I’ve had in my life, and I’ve eaten a LOT of southern chicken fried steak.  This was more like tenderized pot roast in brown gravy… I don’t get the hoopla.  At all.   To be fair:  the 10 veggies on the buffet were all good (though salty).  Just the proteins were so-so.  Anyway…. I’ll just cross that one off the list of places to return.  Funny though.  I had heard people here in town say that Uncle Bubba’s was Bubba’s go at cashing in on family fame — but in fact I thought the food at Bubba’s was better’n that at Paula’s.

By late afternoon I was done in.  So we headed back to the hotel for a quiet night — bearing in mind that it was also Halloween night.  The hotel was mercifully quiet.  Though at the little mexican resto that we tried for a small snack before bed there were customers putting on makeup AT THE RESTO TABLE prior to going trick-or-treating.  That was a bit unusual to turn someone’s place of business into a makeup room…. but, hey….. to each their own.

And while I’m mentioning Halloween, I should say that Savannah-ian’s do seem to get into the event.  During the day we saw quite a few employees dressed in costume at work.  We saw quite a few people in town dressed in costume, including a couple dressed in Victorian Goth checking out Colonial Cemetary.  It all added to the fun of the day.

Thursday’s Plan

We’d like to get over to Wormsloe.  It’s now part of the Georgia State Park system.  The mile long tree lined drive is reason enough to go. Not having brought any camera but my iPhone I’m not sure what kind of image I might get from there.  As for bringing only my iPhone — this is the first trip in maybe 30 years where I have not had cameras galore along with me and I just decided to be lazy.  So there!

Wormsloe is a ruined plantation.  There aren’t grand buildings or gardens to be seen.  But we’re told it’s worth a visit. We’ll see if we get there. Our plan at the moment is to head that way after breakfast — but things have been known to change.

Tomorrow (Friday) we turn our wheels North again and start the journey home. We’re scheduled to be back in Milltown on Saturday evening.

Work on the School

On quiet another note. While we are down here having a good time, our son-in-law is back home working his tail off.  Micheal has been plastering the back hall at the school in preparation for painting it.  That is the one part of the school that has needed cleaning up; and we decided that before we did any more marketing we’d get that sorted out and cleaned up.  So, when it turned out the handy-man I was intending to hire to do the job was out of town, Michael took on the job.  Like I have always said, our daughter married that one of her boyfriends who was the ONLY one we would have WANTED as a son-in-law.  Michael surely has been a god-send for us. We thank heaven for him every day.

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