Thursday, July 31, 2014
So, it's come to this
Poison gas, tainted food, cinch traps. I've tried them all. Still, the little brown nemesis keeps on a-diggin'. What the hell is going on with ammo supplies? Been a while since I bought lead; I had no idea that .22 shells were as rare as gold. Found a tactical shop with a stash, and bought a brick. Gophercide is soon upon us. Seems as thought he prefers morning digging. No body count tonight. Soon...soon. Brought to you by MacNaughton blended whiskey.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
The rowdy hutch
The search for a hutch can best be described as extensive. Case 1: family friends inherit a hutch with their recent farmhouse purchase. Result: hutch disappears into the real estate ether. Case 2: Craig and his list. Result: mysterious seller invites us to her home wherein advertised hutch resides. Pull up to house front and see on the stoop 6 shirtless thugs sipping 40s and looking menacing. We drive on. "Seller" continues to beg us - via text message - to come over and view hutch. Nope. Case 3: we respond to Craig's ad and end up buying the above from a lovely farm wife. The house of purchase, however, is large - like a 70's porn mansion - and indicative of nefarious wealth. Multiple white brick fireplaces and shaggy goodness everywhere. Atop a nearby hill, or as we later learn, a remote mountain. Said farm wife was soon to move her family to the city of angels, and was quite elusive on details. Curiosity got the best of us, however, and Google coughed up some of the situation's etiology.
Result: turns out that the farm wife is married to this guy, Rowdy Roddy Piper of WWF (sorry World Wildlife folks) fame. So, in our dining room, we have a well built Amish hutch derived from an 80s wrasslin' legend. Did he ever leap from atop the container of our China and deliver The People's Elbow? Yes, that's Dwayne's move, but now you know my affinity for all things Rock. Stoked to pull pint glasses from the same shelf that supplied the kilted one with dishware...
Monday, July 28, 2014
Old man engineering
Tooling about the ranger station and soaking in the works of residents second removed. Prior to the property housing an art studio/gallery, the shop, as mentioned before, played host to some sort of repair facility. The place is rife with old man engineering. If the electrical is indicative of what's to come, we are in for an adventure.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Lafayette and the ranger station
In search of an antique hutch, we took a trip to neighboring Lafayette. Numerous quirky vintage shops abound in this hamlet, but none coughed up the desired furniture. Future needs dictate some leaden glass, and an English importer has more that we could fathom. When the first priority purchases are had, we'll be back.
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Literally 300 square feet of rescued windows and panes. Two simple ones for the living room and an ornate offering for the master? Likely.
Love old cash registers, and this one pulled at the wallet strings! Those ornate leaves and florets...amazing.
Well, what do we have here? Never heard of the Big Cat, but after soaking in that piece of advertising wizardry, I'll happily belly up to the cheetah's bar! The marble/quartz pedestal is choice.
The trip wasn't a total bust; this stool was nabbed and placed into the shop. Said outbuilding was once either an auto repair garage, small engine shop, or other 1950s machine servicing outpost. From the outside, it resembles a Forest Service ranger station, and has been named as such. Standing at the rear of the ranger station and taking in the lines of the building, one can easily imagine it placed near a riverside fish hatchery. The Metolius River compound, especially, comes to mind.
Much work to be done in the interior, but the boats are settling in. Check out that fan, though. The stories that must have passed through its ventilating blades...
Finally cleared off one of the ranger station's work benches. Paired with the stool, this will be a perfect place to sip Old Forester, draw pictures of mountains, and listen to some newly discovered Gabor Szabo. Head to Youtube and find his cover of Some Velvet Morning.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Yellow Wolf
This weekend has the gas station hosting many quality taps. For tonight's offering, the Yellow Wolf double IPA was selected. A perfect compliment to watching the nesting robins travel to and from the nest of cheeping chicks.
No big project pictures to post, but a massive smallmouth was caught off of Ash Island.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Marigold
Marigolds. Do they actually repel beasts of destruction? Wispy, sporadic, mundane...I can't get into them. Wive's tales say that they keep the gophers (more on that later) at bay. They are thirsty and aligned against the general aesthetic. Worth it? Time will tell...
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Passing light
Each night brings about a short window in which all must stop and gaze outside. Tonight was exceptional.
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