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As 2009 Slips Away... [10 Aug 2009|12:24pm]
...I slither on back to DeadJournal. I'm on Facebook, but I don't like it nearly as much as LiveJournal. And of course, since I can't access FB or LJ at work, I came here instead. And I'm only here now because my coworker, Bobby, is on vacation. We usually have lunch together. We spend lunch time Googling song lyrics, reading Wikipedia and checking out FailBlog (and its related sites).

For some reason, the only thing that really sticks out in my mind about the year so far is that June was really, really rainy. blecch.

Well, okay, there's been good stuff, too.
We've been enjoying our renovated backyard. Plenty of BBQing and pool parties.
My daughter earned her BA degree and is getting ready for graduate studies full time. Yay for her!
Spent a week up in the Adirondacks for July 4th week. My sister got married again and had a very simple, casual wedding ceremony on the beach of Valentine Lake.
Had an awesome time at Adirondack Extreme, a treetop obstacle course. You have to be attached to a safety cable the entire time, and I can tell you from experience that it really does keep you from accidently killing yourself when your muscles give out @ 50 ft. off the ground.

There's probably more that's happened, I just can't think of it right now.

That's one of the things I hate about not blogging regularly. If I don't write shit down, I forget all about it.

I might have written that before, but I can't remember.
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The Year in Review [30 Dec 2008|12:14pm]
January: Happy 2008!

February: Went to ENT for tinnitus (ringing in the ears)
Took winter vacation in the Adirondacks, got injured snow tubing

March: turned 45, started mini exercise program: 5 pushups an hour M, W & F, 20 standing crunches an hour T & Th.

April: Poppy dies 2 days before his 91st birthday

May: MA turns ....um, another year older...
She opts out of going to see Van Halen, so I go by myself. It was a birthday present to me, after all.

June: Landscapers clear some trees and the overgrown bushes in front of the house. Poppy gets his new front door and patio. Better late than never.
Had a small get-together of my and my sister's old High School friends. Somewhat disappointing turnout.

July: Our newly landscaped front yard fries in the 100 degree heat. The freshly-sprouted grass seed doesn't pull through.
Summer vacation consists of taking a 4-day weekend to go to a wedding in Vermont.

August: MA treats the family to a Journey concert at Jones Beach. The show is postponed an hour and a half because of a major lightning storm, complete with hail and road flooding. The show opened with Cheap Trick, which was fun. Heart came on next... holy cow, can Ann Wilson still sing!!! Journey was excellent, too, thanks to their new Phillipino singer who sounds just like Steve Perry.
The lightning storm apparently caused a power spike in our house, as several electrical systems were knocked out. We had to replace our cable box, alarm system, sprinkler controls, thermostat, computer monitor and motherboard (both of which were hooked up to a surge protector). Luckily, home insurance covered everything.

September: Keil hits a quarter-century and Jamie turns 18. So I now have 3 adult children. Although Jamie is not about to go off on his own anytime soon...

October: We get a new set of landscapers to rip up the back yard. They bring in a Bobcat to dig up the evil bamboo, which made its way all the way under the deck. I had planned on ripping up a few boards of the deck every day or so and digging up the bamboo myself, but MA wouldn't stand for it. Now the yard looks completely different. The shed is on the other side of the yard (it had to moved anyway to get to the bamboo underneath it) and there is now a beautiful paver patio and pool surround. Because it was so late in the season, they put down sod instead of grass seed, so we had instant green lawn!
I was a zombie for Halloween. I thought I would finally dress up as Frankenstein's monster, but it just didn't work out that way.

November: Went to a wedding in Tarrytown. It was held at the Castle on the Hudson. Pretty cool.
MA's son hosted Thanksgiving for the first time. He lives in Manhattan, so it was a tight squeeze for nearly 20 people in a 1-room apartment. But it was a fun evening.

December: The Christmas rush. Took forever to get the decorations out of storage and up around the house. They recommend 100 lights per foot of Christmas tree, but we like a lot of lights. So our 6 and a half foot tree got 2200 lights on it. Almost melted the extension cord.
I did most of my shopping online this year, mostly at ThinkGeek.com and threadless.com.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the holiday this year.
On the 27th, we had the High School friends over for another get-together. Slightly better turnout than back in June.
Tomorrow is our 3 year anniversary, and we're probably going back to Manhattan for a New Year's Eve party.

January 2009: We're inviting friends and family to stop by our house for New Year's Day. So come on over!
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Bleh [25 Nov 2008|12:51pm]
Bleh.

Yeah, that's it, just bleh.

So what if I haven't written here in 8 months. Shut up.
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45% of a century [14 Mar 2008|12:42pm]
Today's my birthday.

MA is taking me to see a production of Les Miserables at the Northport High School. She's a huge fan. I like 2, maybe 3, songs from the musical. But it should be fun.

I bought myself a birthday present a few months ago: tickets to see Van Halen on St. Patty's Day at Madison Square Garden. Of course, now the tour has been postponed, hopefully only until April.
When VH announced they were finally having a reunion tour, I didn't believe it. When tickets went on sale, I was like, "Yeah, right, it'll be cancelled before they even start". But then I heard that the boys were getting along well and the concerts were great. So when they added another show at the Garden, I had to snatch up some tickets.
I went to Ticketmaster at 9:00:15am to get the best seats I could. I got a pair of seats in section 95, row K. Similar to the seats we had when we saw Elton John. Excellent seats.
2 days later I get an email from Ticketmaster that there's a problem with my billing address that needs to be resolved in 3 days or my tickets will be released. I call the number to take care of it. The address on file was my parents' address. No problem, I tell the guy. I can pick up the tickets there. Problem solved?
Nope. Two days later I get another email saying that my tickets have been released due to the billing anomaly and my money has been refunded.
So I call them again, highly upset. "No fucking way. No FUCKING way!", I keep repeating to myself as the phone rings.
"What the hell happened to my tickets?!?", I say, after giving the woman my account info.
"Your shipping address didn't match your billing address."
"But I called and took care of it! They guy said it was no problem"
"What are the last 4 digits of your American Express card?"
"I don't know... I don't have it with me"
"Well, we can't make the change without that information, sir"
"That's ridiculous! I don't care which adrress the tickets go to!"
"Don't worry, sir, your money's been refunded!"
"I don't want my money back, I want my fucking tickets!!" [I don't normally curse in normal conversation, especially not with a stranger on the phone]
"Sorry, sir, but those tickets are no longer available. The show is sold out"
(mumbling) "No way... no fucking way... this can't fucking be happening... fuck!" I can feel my head starting to spin.
"Let me see what I can find, sir..."
So now I've got a ticket for sect. 219, row A, seat 7, and one for sect. 219, row B, seat 16. MA decided she doesn't want to go, and I'm still not sure who's going with me. At 150 bucks a ticket, I can't afford to just give it away. Hell, I couldn't even afford my ticket in the first place. But I really really really wanted to see VH with David Lee Roth. I saw them a few years ago with Sammy Hagar and it just didn't feel right. And now I can't even be sure that the tour will continue. What is fate trying to tell me?
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Holiday Doldrums [10 Dec 2007|12:43pm]
I'm in kind of a pissy mood today.

I had a brief burst of Christmas spirit last week.
We got the tree up, put on 1500 lights, and started with the ornaments. There's over 100 on it so far, but they hardly show.
I put lights up on the house, and they look pretty good, but there's a star at the peak of the roof that still needs to be plugged in.
I watched Charlie Brown and the Grinch, which I have to watch year after year. Still have to watch Rudolph and a couple others. Saw Shrek the Halls. It was okay, but kind of disappointing.

The main reason I'm feeling blah is that I still have most of my Christmas shopping to do. I was hoping to get a good start on it this week, but payday isn't til Friday. What little I've got in my bank account is already slated for bills that get paid automatically online. Plus I have no idea what to get anybody.
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Thanksgiving Weekend [26 Nov 2007|12:20pm]
Thanksgiving went well.

By the time Poppy & I got to Maureen & Kevin's after a 2 hour drive, they were breaking out the champagne to accompany some appetizers. I had some beer after the champagne was gone, and soon after that Kevin started making specialty martinis. I had a pair of sour appletinis. Yummy.

So I had a pretty good buzz going when they asked around for a volunteer to carve the turkey. I've got 19 years experience as a cook, so I got chosen to volunteer. Maybe the alcohol kept me from thinking about it too much, because I suprised myself at how well the turkey got sliced. Everyone else was impressed, too. I cut off the legs and wings first, then removed each side of breast meat and sliced it, keeping it in its original shape. Then the breasts, legs and wings were arranged on a platter to serve. Kevin's brother was particulary impressed. "The breast meat's been sliced already?", he asked as he poked at it with a fork. A few slices fell down, dominoes-style. "Wow, it didn't even look like it was cut yet!"

Along with the turkey, we also had roast beef, 2 types of stuffing, 2 types of gravy, mashed potatoes, brussel sprouts, green bean casserole, carrots, cornbread, and of course cranberry sauce. I also had a few glasses of wine during dinner.

Then came dessert.
I took a second shot at the disastrous Harvest Cake (see previous post) and it came out perfectly. But it couldn't compete with my stepdaughter's pumpkin pie with ice cream, whipped cream and caramel sauce.
To accompany dessert, Kevin offered Port. I always thought Port was just a type of wine, but it's a combination of wine and brandy. It had a nice bite to it.

We played the Scene It! DVD game until my alcoholic haze wore off. Then we headed to our hotel in Nanuet for the night. Got there about 10:45pm. Unfortunately, I forgot to make sure that we reserved a handicap-accessible room, so Poppy had to walk up a flight of stairs to get to our 2nd floor room. Lucky he isn't stuck in a wheelchair yet, but his legs keep getting weaker. I would have made a fuss, but it was late and we were exhausted.

I had every intention of getting up at an early hour to go to work on Friday, even if it meant getting there late. But that didn't happen. At home, we have a queen size Select Comfort "sleep number" bed and keep the bedroom pretty cool at night. The hotel room had a double bed with a worn, lumpy mattress and we kept the room warm for my father-in-law. It was one of those nights where you know it's going to be a "long night", but in the morning it wasn't long enough.


Friday morning, we headed back to M&K's house for a brunch in honor of our granddaughter's birthday. We had a brie soufflé and bacon. Quite delicious.

In the afternoon, MaryAnn & I had a short visit with my daughter in Chestnut Ridge. It was nice to see her again.


Back home on Saturday, Nicky & Gianna came over and helped me get all the Christmas stuff out of storage. And they really did help! I was glad that I didn't have to squeeze into the crawl space to get the 12 plastic bins and assorted boxes and bags of all MA's christmas decorations.


I spent most of Sunday working outdoors. My friend Tom came over and helped me rearrange the shed. The pool stuff which pretty much got tossed in there at the end of September was organized, and we managed to fit all the patio furniture in the shed (2 tables, 1 serving table, 4 lounge chairs, 4 metal chairs, 10 plastic chairs, and cantilever umbrella with stand) with room to spare!
Then I cleaned up leaves until it was dark, but I didn't get anywhere close to finished.


Less than 1 month til Christmas! AAAAAAAAaaahhhhhhhgggh!!!
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Almost Turkey Day [20 Nov 2007|12:36pm]
Once again, my usual lunch buddy is not around. That's when I take advantage of not having to be social and write my infrequent posts.

Two days away from Thanksgiving. MaryAnn started doing some prep for the big meal on Sunday already. We're going to her daughter's house in New Jersey for the holiday... MA's heading out on Wednesday to help with more food prep, and I'll be following with Poppy on Thursday. We're not looking forward to driving home Thursday night, but I'm sure it's going to be a great day. The house is gonna be packed. It'll be the 3 of us, both of MA's daughters' families (4 people each), my stepson & his boyfriend, and our son-in-law's family (sister; brother, wife & kid; mother & her husband). That's 19 altogether ...I guess that's not that many.

As my contribution, I tried baking a Harvest Cake from a family recipe. It's basically an apple spice cake, made from a recipe that my aunt either came up with or found somewhere. The recipe has been hand-copied from one family member to another for years.

Anyway, I followed the recipe very closely. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for presenting to my "new" family.
The first thing the recipe calls for is 4 cups of chopped apples. We have a 2-pint measuring cup, so I filled it up with cubed apples. Then the apples get mixed with 2 cups of sugar, and you let the mix sit for an hour. The sugar gets all syrupy as it blends with the moisture from the apples.
Then add 2 eggs, 3 cups of flour, 1 tsp. of baking soda, 1 tsp. each of cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla. I thought the measurements for the spices were a little stingy, so I doubled them. It also called for 1 cup of oil. The batter seemed awfully wet already, so that seemed like a lot of oil, but I added it anyway.
Mix and beat on low for 3 minutes. I mixed well, but forgot about the beating for 3 minutes part.
I greased and floured a bundt pan and poured in the batter.
I preheated the oven to 325° and set the timer for 90 minutes. I thought that maybe the batter was supposed to be as soupy as it was because it was supposed to be in the oven for an hour and a half.

At the end of 90 minutes, though, the "cake" was still all sloshy. "What did I do wrong?", I thought, "Did I miscount the cups of flour? Was the baking soda no good? Were the apples too juicy?" I guessed that maybe I didn't follow the recipe as closely as I meant to.
I thought maybe the recipe was written wrong. I thought fer sure that 1 cup of oil was too much... but the recipe was photocopied from the one my mom always uses.
I checked to see how much the 2-pint measuring cup actually held when filled to the very top. Almost 6 cups. Oops. But that shouldn't have made that much difference.

We figured I must have missed a cup of flour. So I poured the hot, bubbling batter back into the mixing bowl and added a cup of Wondra flour (the kind they sell to thicken sauces and gravies). I poured it into a new silicone bundt pan and baked it for another 30 minutes. Still gooshy. Another 20 minutes. Slightly firmer. Another 20 minutes. The cake/moosh was turning brownish-black but was still soft (and tasty!). It was getting late, so I took it out of the oven and hoped it would firm up some more when it cooled.

The next day, I managed to sort-of cut a facsimile of a slice of cake. It was gooshy, but tasted ...okay. A little on the sweet side. But certainly not presentable for a special occasion. Okay, for any occasion.

We could not figure out what the hell I did so wrong. MA bought new flour, apples, and baking soda so I could try again (as if there might have been a problem with those ingredients).

Well, today MaryAnn figured out the mystery. She called me to ask, "Where did you get the flour from the other night?"
"I got it from the canister"
"Which canister?"
"The tall one on the counter."
"Which tall one?"
"The one next to the sugar and brown sugar"
"That's not flour. It's powdered sugar!"

How could I NOT know the difference between flour and powdered sugar?!? If I was still a cook, that could get me seriously reprimanded.
So basically I tried to bake 6 cups of apples with 5 cups of sugar and 1 cup of flour. Apple glaze!

I'm going to try again tonight. Wish me luck!
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The REAL reason I haven't been on LJ [14 Nov 2007|12:43pm]
Okay, I guess it's time I fessed up on why I haven't spent much time on LiveJournal.

It all started sometime at the beginning of the summer. The grandkids were going cuckoo over a new toy that you could play games with over the internet. I'm talking, of course, about

Webkinz !!!

In case you're not familiar with this craze, Webkinz are stuffed animals from Ganz that come with an ID number. You register your "pet" on the Webkinz website, choose whether it's a boy or a girl, and give it a name. Your pet gets a virtual room to live in, which can be customized by buying stuff from the "W Shop". All transactions are based on KinzCash, which you earn by playing a variety of games and activities. There's also a safe chat system that lets you communicate with other players, and you can create friends lists.

Initially, Nicky and Gianna showed us their Webkins and their pets' customized rooms. They showed us a few of the simple games they played to earn "money".
Of course, they were only allowed limited time on the computer, so they gave us their passwords. That way, MaryAnn and I could play some games after their bedtimes to help rack up some cash for their accounts.

The games are strangely addictive. They have some games that are similar to Tetris, Collapse and Bejeweled. There are others that don't require much thinking, just hand-eye coordination. But they're not all mind-numbing, either.
There's one called Lunch Letters, where words or individual letters (somewhat disguised as food) fall from the top of the screen, and you have to type them before they hit the floor, where the animated janitor slowly gets overwhelmed by the mess of food/letters that make it to the floor and have to get swept up. It's good for improving keyboarding skills, which is pretty tough for someone like me who still basically hunts-and-pecks.
My favorite is Quizzy's Word Challenge. It's similar to Boggle, with a 5x5 grid of random letters. The letters have different values, like in Scrabble, and you get more points the more letters you use. The catch is that you have to try to build words from the outside edge to the middle to get the most points. I once played it tournament-style with 25 other players for a winning score of over 3200. It took me close to 3 hours and I beat the next highest score by over 1000.

The problem was that the kids kept changing their passwords. They would share them with their friends, who either went into their accounts and used up their money, or shared them with other friends who would do the same.

So MaryAnn decided to get her own Webkinz. Then she could earn money, buy stuff, and give it to the kids (you can give gifts to other players ). But what she didn't realize was that you also have to take care of your pet. Each pet has a Health, Happiness, and Hunger meter. Most importantly, you have to feed your pet. You can either buy food, or buy an outside yard and do gardening. That usually keeps 'em healthy and happy. Giving them a virtual bath (complete with rubber ducky!) helps, too. To make sure they're healthy, you can take them to the Webkinz vet for a checkup. You can also make your pet happier by buying them stuff. Besides food, the W Shop has clothes, toys, games, electronics, furniture, decorating accessories, and more.

The whole thing seems a little capitalist, but it does teach the kids responsibilty when it comes to earning and spending money. Occasionally there are sale items, and every now and then you can get coupons (especially good for big ticket items like virtual TVs and such).

To sum up this whole story, the kids no longer seem to need our help earning them KinzCash. In fact, Nicky was anxious for me to register the Webkinz that MaryAnn got for ME, just so he could give me a "limited edition" Dragon Bed for my pet. In the meantime, MA & I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time using our shared account and building up our points. When we first started, it seemed tough to reach a balance of more than 1 or 2 thousand KinzCash, we're now up to about 24,000.

So go out and get yourself a Webkinz pet! Then look us up and we can play against one another!
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Halloween, Matey! [07 Nov 2007|12:25pm]
Naturally, I'm a week late posting about my favorite holiday. But as often as I've been posting this year, it's no suprise.

It was suggested to me back in August that I should be a pirate for Halloween. In the past, I would've thought that was far too ordinary. But a friend of mine here at work, whose family puts together a haunted house in their backyard every year, said that this year their theme was going to be a pirate ship. But I still didn't sound like something I would want to dress up as.

Then I found out my granddaughter got herself a pirate costume, and she looked so cute in it I just had to join her (dressing as a pirate, not looking cute)

When I first saw the concept art for Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest's Davy Jones, I thought it would make an excellent costume, but I knew it was something I could never pull off. Even the "Professional" masks I saw in the Halloween stores looked like crap. I only recently found out that Bill Nighy(?) was completely covered with CGI effects in the film, as opposed to wearing prosthetics and makeup.

So I figured I go with a zombie/Davy Jones' crewman -type pirate.

You can check out my pics on my LiveJournal.

The first thing I did was head to the Salvation Army to shop for costume pieces, primarily clothing that I could cut up and reassemble to fit my needs. I picked up:
    a white dress shirt
    large pair of ladies' dress pants
    faux suede "little black dress"
    leather skirt
    wide leather belt with large buckle
    silk belt with tassle
    white gauze ladies' pants
    big sombrero


Because they were having a half-price sale that day, my purchases came to a grand total of $13.50.

And here's what I did with everything:
I cut the top off the sombrero (because it was too pointy) and stapled the brim to the sides of the hat. Then I spray painted the whole thing with a bronzetone & mossy green.
I cut the sleeves off the dress and slit it up the front to make a long vest.
I cut the collar and sleeves off the shirt, put it on backwards and cut a new neckline. It was kind of a shame to do that, since the shirt actually fit me, which is unusual. I have a tough time finding dress shirts that have long enough sleeves.
I cut the legs off of the gauze pants, and, thanks to the help of my lovely wife, sewed them onto the shirt for poofy sleeves.
The leather skirt was cut in half, and turned each half into a boot topper for my old army boots.
The leather belt didn't need any modification, and the silk belt ...um, I forgot to use.

I went to the beach for the first time all year to look for barnacle-covered shells and stuff. Found plenty of shells, but almost no barnacles. Lots of seaweed to choose from, though.
I took advantage of MaryAnn being out of the house one afternoon to bake my beachcombing treasures in the oven to dry them out. The house smelled wonderful. Not.

Once all my costume pieces were put together, I started aging everything with combinations of moss green, light green, slate blue-gray, rusty brown, and black acrylic craft paint.
At Michael's Craft Store, I found some really cool yarn that looked like seaweed.
I hot-glued shells, seaweed, fake seaweed, and some Spanish Moss to my costume.
I stayed up til 3am trying to finish everything.

Halloween morning: on to my face. The area around my eyes was a latex appliance designed to be used for a vampire look. I used Spirit Gum and liquid latex to put it on, and did the same with more shells and bits of the seaweed yarn, which blended really well with my beard.

It wasn't quite the look I was originally going for, but somehow it turned out better than I thought it would.

After I got all dressed up, I headed out. It was about 1:30 in the afternoon. There are a lot of people who know I dress up every Halloween, so I had to make my rounds. Unfortunately, my timing was a little off and it felt like I missed a lot of people.
By about 4 o'clock, I met MaryAnn at her daughter's house to start trick-or-treating with the grandkids. They somehow seemed less than enthusiastic about going out with us; they basically ran up and down the block (they live in a gated cul-de-sac) without giving us a chance to catch up. We stopped to have a bit of dinner so the kids could go out again after dark.
But MA & I decided not to stick around after dinner since we felt it was going to be a repeat of their earlier trick-or-treating. So we headed over to my parents' house. As usual, mom couldn't look me in the face without wincing, but insisted dad take pictures of us. I tried to give Keil some pointers on make up for his costume. He wanted to be Dr. Jeckyll/Mr. Hyde, so he shaved half his week's worth of chin stubble, and put half his hair in a ponytail and made the other half wild and stringy. He wore a black cape and tore one sleeve of his white shirt, and smudged fake blood on himself. We didn't stick around long enough to see the finished product.
We wanted to head back to our old apartment complex before it got too late. But only one of our old friends was around, so we didn't stay very long.
At this point it was 8pm, and we still hadn't heard about any places that were having costume contests or anything. My eyes were getting heavy. I wanted to take a nap. We decided to get something more to eat since our earlier dinner was somewhat unsatisfying. We went to The Good Steer for burgers. The place was practically empty, but the staff was all dressed up, so that was nice.
I was really getting tired (and maybe even a little cranky) by the time we left the restaurant. We couldn't think of any place else to go, so we went home. We trick-or-treated one of our neighbors, but the whole block was dead. It was around 9:15 that I decided to call it quits. I felt exhausted and was too tired to even think about heading to a club or something. I just wanted to get all the stuff off my face, which can take an hour or more to do.

To sum up my Halloween, I was happy with my costume, but I didn't see a single other costume anywhere that made me say "Wow, that's cool!", so the day was a little disappointing.
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Summer 2007 [11 Oct 2007|12:21pm]
Summer, like the whole rest of the year, just seemed to fly by.

This was the first Summer in my 44 years of life that I did NOT go to the beach, not even once.
Why? Well, for one thing, we've got a pool now. But I never went to the beach just to go swimming. One of the reasons I like living on Long Island is because you're never more than a half-hour's drive to the ocean.
But no, I spent my days and evenings doing stuff around the house. For a change, I even stayed home when I took a week's vacation in August instead of heading to the family retreat on Valentine Lake.

I called this past season the Summer of Bamboo.

Pretty much all of my spare time outdoors has been spent eradicating the planet's fastest-growing, invasive, unkillable grass. Yes, bamboo is a grass. A grass that can grow 20+ feet tall in a few weeks.

The problem is not that it grows tall, but it also sends out roots about as far as it grows tall. The roots are called rhizomes. The rhizomes are about as thick as your finger, with sections similar to your joints. Each of these sections is capable of growing a new bamboo plant. As a matter of fact, if you see a large group of bamboo plants growing in the ground, it may look like there are several plants, but chances are it's really all ONE BIG PLANT. If you cut down one plant at ground level, it will leave a stump and then send up a new stalk (known as a culm) after a few days or weeks. The underground root system (which is attached to the other nearby culms) will keep the plant alive.

So the only way to get rid of bamboo is to cut down ALL the culms and then dig up ALL the rhizomes.

We had a large grove of bamboo growing around the shed in our backyard. There was a plastic barrier installed around it to keep it from spreading, but it was not nearly sufficient enough. The bamboo breached the barrier at the corner of the house and the rhizomes spread down 2 sides of the house. Every couple of feet, they would send up a new culm or bunch of culms. 2 or 3 of the culms even grew up under the siding on the house. There was one large stalk growing in the space between the house and the oil burner tank, right up to the roof overhang. The worst, though, were the rhizomes that decided to follow the oil line down the back side of the house, nudging its way inside the pipe's foam rubber insulation and entwining itself between the double pipeline.

As far as I can tell, 2 different species of bamboo were planted by the negligent former homeowner. There's Golden Bamboo (which I identified by a tag still on it from the nursery), which grows a lot like a leafy bush, and another species that I haven't identified which grows very tall before sending out pairs of thin, leafy branches.

We first noticed the new bamboo shoots breaking ground back in late April. It was then that I started researching bamboo and how to control it. I didn't realize how bad it had spread until I started digging it up. I thought I could keep it in check, but I couldn't.

So, the first weekend of June, I prepared for battle. First, I painted all-vegetation killer on all the new shoots (the tallest of which had grown to 23 feet tall). Then I armed myself with a shiny new lopper, a spray bottle of concentrated RoundUp, and latex gloves. One by one, I lopped off each culm a few inches from the ground and immediately sprayed the stump with RoundUp. It took me 2 full days to cut down the entire grove. The stack of bamboo culms was about as high as the 6-foot stockade fence that I tossed them over, and about 35 feet long.

After the grove was cut down, the rhizomes started to show their insidiousness. I went around a snipped any roots that were breaching the surface of the soil, as they occasionally grow like little green Loch Ness Monsters trying to get over other roots and obstacles. But little stalks and leaves started springing up everywhere: along the sides of the house, in the planting bed by our bay windows, and peeking out from between the slats of the wooden deck.

So now, for the past 4 months, my usual routine upon coming home from work is to come in the front door, kiss MaryAnn hello, and head out the back door to see where the bamboo is creeping up next. Like weeding a garden, I would look around the back yard and pluck any baby shoots I could find coming up from the rhizomes, in the hope that eventually the rhizomes would run out of energy (the plants can only live so long without photosynthesis).

On the weekends, I would go out and dig up as much of the root system as I could. It was dirty, exhausting work. It's like trying to dig tree roots out of the ground. What I would do is place the shovel where I could feel a bamboo root under the soil (they're usually no deeper than 4 to 8 inches under the surface) and then jump on the shovel with both feet. My 270 pounds was enough to slice through the branch-like root. Unfortunately, it also meant that I managed to slice through sprinkler hoses 3 or 4 times, so our landscaping was pretty dry this summer. Then I would pull up as much root as I could, kinda like pulling a loose thread from a sweater. Sometimes I would get lucky and pull up a nice long length of root (one was about 8 feet long!). Sometimes I would get a short length of root (and end up overexerting myself trying to move an immovable object) and have to dig some more using a chisel or hatchet.

I threw out my back after the second weekend, but that's gotten better.
I also developed something similar to tennis elbow from straining my arms while furiously whacking a stubborn root with the hatchet. That hasn't completely gone away yet, but it only really bothers me when I'm trying to scoop hard ice cream.

The bamboo seems to be under control now, at least somewhat. 3 weeks ago, I spotted a skinny little 8 inch culm popping up in an area I thought I had cleared. When I dug it up, I found that it was attached to piece of rhizome that escaped my shovel ...the piece of rhizome was shorter than 2 inches!!! yet it was ready to start a new plant!
The place that the bamboo is still in control is under the deck. I've chosen so far not to pry up the planks to get to it, but this past weekend I came up with a plan to deal with it. I sprinkled ice melt and salt on the deck and swept it into the cracks between the boards. Then I poured boiling water into the cracks. Then I added a little extra salt and a splash of bleach for good measure. I know that's kind of a scorched-earth policy, but it's not like I plan on planting anything else there.

I still have a ways to go.............
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Standing in a field of Poppy's ...stuff [10 Aug 2007|12:27pm]
My father-in-law finally moved in with us July 21st.

We moved in our new house back in October 2006, so it only took him 9 months. That's 9 months for him to decide which of his possesions he wanted to bring with him to furnish his bedroom, his den, and a small section of the garage.

One thing to remember about him is that he is a collector/hoarder.

At 90 years old, he's had plenty of time to build up his collection of stuff. Like a dozen or so coffee cans filled with screws, nuts and bolts. Or a half dozen toolboxes filled with assorted drill bits, wrenches, screwdrivers and more screws, nuts and bolts. Or a large collection of decorative cigarette lighters (he doesn't smoke). Or a collection of old blow dryers (including 2 that are so old they have wooden handles), which might be understandable if he actually blow-dryed his hair at some point. He's also got a thing for timers and battery chargers. He packed at least a half a dozen of each.

Anybody need any light bulbs? We now have a 2'x 3'x 2.5' moving box full of them, plus a 2 ft. high metal barrel full of bulbs, and a shopping bag full of the ones that didn't fit in those 2 containers. Oh yeah, there's also 2 coffee cans full of small light bulbs, like the kinds you'd put in the dome light of a car, on a string of old-fashioned christmas lights, or maybe a night-light, but mostly tiny little bulbs that I don't know what they could be used for.

I'm not trying to say that the stuff he's saved over the years isn't useful (although a lot of it is outdated), the problem is just the quantities. And he's hesitant to get rid of any of it. Everything is "valuable" or "important". Or in the case of a lamp he used to have in the corner of his TV room, "That's precious to me!". It was a lamp with a base shaped like a cast iron stove, a hurricane-style lamp on top, and a cheesy green plastic lampshade on top of that. MaryAnn talked him into getting rid of it after telling him it looked like a reject from a WalMart clearance bin. He still hasn't decided which of his remaining 8 lamps he's going to keep in his 2 rooms.

One thing he kept asking for (while we were unpacking his stuff for him) was his shaver. I came across several, so I would bring them over to him, usually 2 at a time, and ask, "Is it one of these?" to which he would reply, "I've got a better one somewhere... let me hold on to these until we find the better one". I found a really old one, and as I approached him with it and tried to open the case to look at it, it broke apart. He said to MaryAnn, "Oh, I got that one when your mother and I got married. I guess we can get rid of it." Ya think?!? ...but he kept the other 7.

It'll probably be a few more weeks before things get straightened up. MA's made several trips to Goodwill, and I posted a few things on freecycle, but it barely seems to have made a dent.

The strangest part is that Poppy, skinflint that he is, actually paid someone to move all this extraneous crap.
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[26 Jul 2007|10:21am]
Anybody out there looking at this??
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The Holidays 2006, Part 1 [23 Jan 2007|12:34pm]
And of course, for me the Holiday Season starts with Halloween!

What with us moving into the new house and going to Spain, I really didn't have time to work on a new Halloween costume. So I ended up mixing together parts from two old costumes and just putting makeup on my face. It's the first time in quite a few years that I didn't have some sort of prosthetic glued to my face. I did put in my Wild Eyes contact lenses, though. Managed to creep out a few people at work, so the day wasn't a total loss.

On to Thanksgiving...
Usually my older sister has TurkeyDay dinner for the family, but we decided to switch things up and asked if she'd like to have her family come to our house. She declined, saying that since my parents were Upstate with our younger sister for the weekend, she and her hubby wanted to spend the day with just her immediate family.
So it ended up being me & MaryAnn, my boys, Poppy & his caretaker. We even invited Jamie's mom, since she usually goes to my sister's and that was no longer an option. But she declined also. Her loss.
The meal came out good. No spills or broken dishes. No heated arguments or drama. Our first successful "dinner party".
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The last half of 2006, Part4 [05 Jan 2007|12:42pm]
We felt At Home in the new house almost immediately. The weirdest thing was having so much ROOM! We realized how tired we started getting just walking from one end of the house to the other! But it was a good feeling. Even though there were boxes everywhere, it still felt roomy.

MaryAnn got our friend from across the courtyard to help her clean the empty apartment in time for the final inspection on Oct. 16th. I was a little worried that we'd get in trouble for leaving so many holes drilled in the wall. We had hung up pictures, mirrors, clocks and curtains. Our lease stated that we weren't supposed to make any holes in the wall, but the guy who checked the place out didn't seem to care. We passed with flying colors.

Of course, this didn't stop Colony Park from charging an entire month's rent. What happened to a "prorated charge for 2 weeks"?
"Oh, the company just doesn't work that way."
Well, thanks for letting us know so we wouldn't have to scramble like idiots to get the apartment cleaned in a day!

That's all in the past, now. We are so happy and proud of our new home and we feel lucky to be able to live here.

Next up... the Holiday Season!
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The last half of 2006, Part 3 [02 Jan 2007|12:45pm]
October, Friday the 13th: Closing Day!

I went out to pick up Poppy (making sure he had his certified check with him) and met up with MaryAnn at our lawyer's office. The other parties started filtering in. We had a little discussion about whether or not they were going to hand us the keys to the house when the closing was finished. One of the reasons that the closing was delayed was that there was a clause in our contract that stated that the homeowners would have 5 days to move out after the sale of the house. So we figured, "Great, they thought they would be going to closing on September 25th (one of the dates the bank & lawyer agreed upon) and move out by the 29th or 30th, leaving us 2 days to settle in before heading overseas?? Forget it! Let them have a whole extra week. They can move out while we're in Spain!"
But as it ends up, because of financing with their bank, they couldn't move into their new condo without a check from the sale of their home. So they scheduled their movers to come the day after closing, just like WE did. MaryAnn & I were none too happy about that. We had planned on bringing a few carloads of boxes and things to our new house after our post-closing celebratory lunch.

For the most part, the closing went through without a hitch (except for the fact that we didn't get handed a key to the house when we were done). We both kept our scheduled moves for the next day and hoped for the best.

The apartment was a wreck when our movers showed up. Because we hadn't moved some of our stuff already, the place looked completely disorganized. Part of our contract with the movers was that we would pack our own stuff in our own boxes to save money.
And we had, mostly. I chose to rent another PODS container, which we filled with 150 medium to small boxes the weekend before we left for Spain.
But when the first mover (Frank, the driver, who was apparently in charge) came in the front door, he practically stopped in his tracks. "Are you sure you guys are ready to move today?!? We were told you didn't need boxes... we didn't bring any! And we can't move the furniture with all this stuff all over the place! Maybe we should reschedule..."
We assured him that we had enough of our own boxes and would pack them as we went.
"But you know, after [so many hours] we have to charge you by the hour, and I don't want you wasting your money."
By then, his assistants took a look at our stuff. One of them was a big Jamaican man named Nigel.
"Don' you werry, mon! We git you moved, nooo problem!"
Obviously, one of them had a "can-do" attitude, the other a "can't-be-bothered" attitude.

Frank and Nigel argued back and forth most of the day, which I assumed was playful banter until I heard Nigel get really pissed. "Shet de fuck up, Frank! You ain' de boss'a me! You betta watch you step, mon, or I filet you like a fuckin' fish!"
Their young coworker, who pretty much stayed out of their arguments, quietly said to me, "Frank thinks he's in charge because the company pays him, and he pays us from that, but he can be a real ass about it!"
Things quieted down a bit after that.

As it ends up, timing worked out very well. By the time the apartment was packed up and we were ready to hit the road, the movers at the house were hitting the road as well. I think our truck was unloaded by 5:30 or so.

Ahh, time to sit down and relax for a while, because the next day we'd have to go back to the apartment and get the stuff that we didn't finish packing and clean everything up. We normally paid rent on the 1st of the month, and we had asked for a 2 week extension. That means we'd have to be completely out by the 16th.

more to come.....
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The Last 6 Months, Part 2 [26 Dec 2006|12:24pm]
So we mananged to have a wonderful time in Spain even though MA had trouble with all the walking, and we tried not to think about what problems might be waiting for us when we got home.

We got home late at night on Oct. 11th. I went to work the following day. About 10:30am, MaryAnn called me, hysterical. She had called her father to make sure he was ready to go to closing the next day, with his certified check ready to go, with the correct payment information, etc.
Poppy's response? "I'm not going to the closing! You're going to have to postpone it! I want some sort of written guarantee from John that he'll pay me back his third of the downpayment." Because we had all agreed to share the expenses of the new house, he thought that I should be paying him back for his initial contribution, completely forgetting that his money was being used as an investment known as a "Life Estate". We had explained this to him over and over: his contribution would allow him to stay in the house until he died, and Medicare could not use that money as a basis of need if he ever required more medical attention. It would be an asset that would be free and clear; they couldn't say he had too much money to qualify for benefits.
So anyway, MaryAnn was LIVID. I felt a queasiness in my stomach. It's exactly the kind of thing we were afraid he'd pull. MaryAnn said, "We HAVE to go and talk to him! Closing is TOMORROW! We can't just change it because of my bastard of a father!! I'm sorry, but you have to take off work and come with me to my father's house and talk some sense into him!! You HAVE to come with me, because if I go there by myself, I'm going to KILL him!!!!" She went on and on, using language I rarely hear from her, conveying thoughts of death and mutilation that I didn't think she was capable of thinking.
So I apologized to my coworker for having to leave so abruptly, and MA & I headed out to the old man's house.
When we busted in unexpectedly (we've got a key), he seemed only slightly suprised, maybe more like confused, but for the most part nonplussed. "John, I need you to look at my computer. I can't get it to start." So I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what was wrong. But I couldn't. I puttered around for nearly half an hour before giving up. I'm guessing it was some sort of virus. So then I asked, "Aren't you curious as to why MaryAnn & I are here?"
"Were you working today?"
"Yes, but we have to get something squared away with the house"
"Did MaryAnn tell you I wanted you to sign a paper saying that you'd pay me back---"
MaryAnn jumped in. "Dad, how many times do we have to go over this? The bank is not going to give a man of your age a $350,000 mortgage; that's in John's name! The money you're contributing as a downpayment is your Life Estate!"
"Nobody told me nothin' about that! You'll have to postpone the closing until I talk to my lawyer!"
"The lawyer already explained it to you! I was there with you!!"
"No he didn't! I'm not senile! Nobody explained it to me!"
"Even your Real Estate lady talked to you about it!"
After an hour of arguing and convincing and telling him that the closing can't be delayed again, we all calmed down and went to the bank. Luckily, it was a Thursday, the one day a week that his bank is open late.
Certified check in his hand, we took Poppy home and headed home to get some Tylenol.

to be continued again....
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The last 6 months, Part 1 [22 Dec 2006|12:12pm]
This whole year has been a blur. Especially the last few months.

I think there was a Summer vacation somewhere in July or August. They all blend together after a while.

Most of the time, MaryAnn and I spent househunting. One weekend on what was probably the hottest day of the Summer, we went to 13 Open Houses in one day.
Eventually, we went to an Open House for a house we had seen online for weeks, but for some reason our Real Estate agent didn't show us. It was as close to perfect as we could get, so we made an offer. They were "motivated sellers" who were looking for buyers who didn't have to worry about selling their OWN house. We accepted their counter offer.
Then the flip-flopping started.

We were told by the bank that we could go to closing as early as the first week of September. But there was one delay after another. The homeowner, who was originally going to move in with her daughter for a while, decided to buy a townhouse. Then there was a delay with paperwork. If it wasn't for MaryAnn doing most of the footwork herself, NOTHING would have gotten done. Banks don't seem to rush anything, and our lawyers were ploddingly slow to move. Then my father-in-law wasn't sure he still wanted to move in with us after all. He was tired of paying his Home Health Aide $3000 a month, but he wasn't ready to contribute to the expense of a new home.
Back. Forth. Yes. No. Stop. Go. repeat.

At the beginning of September, I picked my Daughter up from Boston. She'd had enough of Nannying and was ready for a change in her life. She planned a whirlwind tour of Europe for herself, visiting 12 cities during the month of October. At the end of her exhausting sightseeing, she joined a kibbutz in Israel. Caitie had a tough time acclimating, but has managed to settle in somewhat. It's hard to believe she's got less than 6 weeks left of her 3-month stint at Kibbutz Lotan.

In the meantime, MaryAnn and I had a wedding to go to in Spain. We were there from October 3rd to the 10th. We had a great time, although MA had swollen feet and ankles the entire time ...and in Seville, you walk EVERYWHERE on cobblestone streets. I also wish I had learned more Spanish before we went.
We were a little uneasy about going overseas with a lot of loose ends (regarding the house).
Closing had been re-rescheduled for October 12th, the day after the day after we got home, and the movers were scheduled to get our stuff out of the apartment on the 13th. Originally, we were supposed to go to Closing before the end of September, but the owner had a problem with the townhouse she was purchasing, and she wouldn't be able to move out yet.
Another thing we were wary about was that Poppy was screwing around with his bank accounts, trying to make it look like he didn't have as much money as he did. As he was providing us with the downpayment for the house, it was pretty unnerving. We offered to take him to the bank before we left to get the certified check to bring to the Closing. "No, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it while you're gone."

to be continued...
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Access Denied! [20 Jun 2006|12:07pm]
Well, it's finally happened.

The URL for LiveJournal has been blocked at work. I guess I should be suprised that it didn't happen sooner.

myspace was blocked from the start. You can't access ebay except through an occasional hyperlink. Naturally, all porn sites are blocked. So are sports websites. Just about anything labelled as "entertainment" is blocked, such as web radio, games, and humor.

But as you can see, I've still got DeadJournal. Let's see how long it takes them to catch up to this not so popular website. Not like anybody's still around here.

As I've mentioned countless times, I've done my blogging almost exclusively at work. Now I'm going to have to start battling MaryAnn for computer time at home.
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I never use this thing any more [21 Dec 2005|04:28pm]
If you wanna know what's going on in my life, check out my LiveJournal !
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Where are you now???? [07 Nov 2005|12:14pm]
Hey, Sarah! I see you disappeared again. Whereja go?
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