Dec 20 2007
Dig

A combination of being away during a major snowstorm, a lazy and ill Alison and neighbours with snowblowers blowing their snow in our garden caused a backbreaking amount of snow in our backyard.

Two hours later.
Dec 6 2007

There were two of them. Two very big moose, right there in our backyard!
Slowly, silently, they stepped over the low fence into the garden. They were huge. Pepe started yapping at them. One moose stepped forward and crushed Pepe under its gigantic foot. It then bowed down and started with ripping Pepe’s hind leg from his body. It was a rather bloody affair, and Pepe, still conscious, cried as he used to do when Alison cut his nails, but then louder.
From the porch I watched the things unfold in absolute shock and horror but at the same time I couldn’t stop looking. I just stood there, frozen. Didn’t, couldn’t interfere and totally forgot to take pictures. Strange thoughts went through my mind like “at least he won’t pee on the floors anymore” and “finally I’ll get uninterrupted nights sleep”. Both guilt for my horrible thoughts and relief over Pepe’s sudden demise filled my mind. In the meantime the moose had finished eating the final bits of Pepe, and he and his mate slowly stepped away, back into the lane-way. A bloody patch in the snow was all that was left of the dog.
Poupoune, when asked for comments, thought it was an excellent dream.
Oct 3 2007

With the plywood in place and screwed down, I cover it with a fibreglass weave saturated with polyester resin. After it has cured I cut of the “skirt”, and caulk the edges with the wall.
And now, repeat this for the next balcony hoping the weather will stay nice and we won’t get a snowstorm.
[No snow, but it did rain…]
Oct 2 2007

Then I put a new plywood floor and screw it to the beams. Getting the plywood sheets in place wasn’t very easy since the sheets are wider than the clearance between the wall and the railing, but I devised a cunning system that worked pretty well.
I attached two ropes to the front of the balcony, just under the place where the new floor will be. I attached the other ends of the ropes to the poles that hold up the roof. Then I carried the sheet of plywood upstairs and slid it into the coils of rope. By loosening the ropes I could then lower the sheet so it was oriented horizontally. Then it was fairly easy to slide it under the posts of the railing and slide it into its final place. Of course this description doesn’t include the swearing when things got temporarily stuck, or the near misses when I lost my balance and almost fell down three stories. Well, that last thing didn’t happen, it was actually quite straightforward. Screwing the sheets down took longer that getting them in place.
Oct 1 2007

The bathroom project is finished (will post pictures after the client has painted it) and I have my tools back at home. So I can tackle some other projects. The weather is extremely warm lately and the forecast is so good that I decide to replace the back balconies. Last year I did that with our own porch and that worked pretty well. So now I’m going to do the same on the second and third floor. That makes think a lot harder because I don’t have as easy access. First I remove the old balcony planks. Then I have to reinforce the beams that are missing or are severely affected by rot.
Sep 30 2007

Instead of resting on our laurels and enjoying the nice fall weather we’re spending most of our weekends lately scraping and painting our fire escape stairs. There is a lot of rust, but on the whole its metal is in better state than I had feared. Still there are a lot of nooks and crannies to scrape the rust out and a lot of it is only accessible on high ladders. I strapped myself into my climbing harness (so it gets some use after all) and work all day with my arms in the air until they are really sore. Wearing goggles so I don’t get rust chips into my eye. Or paint.
Of course Alison is also scraping and painting but to her dismay I shield her from the “hanging-upside-down-under-stair-experience”. She doesn’t know anything about ropes and carabiners and I don’t want to worry if she’s going to fall of the ladder and break her neck. “But teach her the ropes!”, I hear you thinking, but I can’t do that without spending a lot of time supervising her. And she is kind of allergic to supervision. And there is so much work ahead.
Aug 27 2007

I know these little critters are considered a pest, and are regularly classified as rats, but at least they are busy and beautiful rats.
This one literally dropped dead in front of our house. She didn’t seem to be ill and had a gorgeous coat and tail. Since I found her straight under a transformer in the electricity pole my guess is that she was electrocuted while touching the high voltage while grounded. Or maybe she just missed when she jumped from one tree to another. Even circus trapeze artists sometimes miss.
I picked her up, put her in a bag (“See, Buy, Fly”, from the Dutch airport tax free shops; I thought that was appropriate) and walked towards the passing garbage truck and put her in there myself. She was very stiff, and heavier than I expected.
Aug 22 2007

The last couple of days I told Linde that there is not much crime here ó after which she promptly forgot to close the guestroom window when she went away.
But I spoke too soon, because last night someone smashed in my car window. He (let’s assume it wasn’t a she) only stole a $40 iPod charger, and cut the cord that went into the cassette player, but the damage done was much bigger. The back window is also scratched, and is loose in it’s fitting, so I might need to replace that as well.
I made a tour along the alley and at least three more cars had smashed windows. I talked to one of the owners and she had 10 CDs stolen. It looks very much like a junkie who needed easy money.
So now I have to go to the police to file a report, and to the car window company to ask for a quote. I have a deductible for the insurance, so it probably won’t be worth it to claim the damage. Grrrr.
Update: Police rapport filed (they even helped me 10 minutes before their official opening time). Window will be replaced today. Total replacement cost 550$.
Update 2: I just noticed that the thief also stole a packet of dropjes (Dutch liquorice) that I kept in the car. And the window replacement guys found a ring, that isn’t mine nor Alison’s so might have been of the thief. He has big fingers and a bad taste in jewellery.

Jan 25 2008
Six
The tagging virus is doing the rounds again and Frank tried to infect me. Since I’ve not much else to write here I happily tag along.
According to the rule-book:
Okay, now we’ve got that out of the way, here we go, in no particular order:
O, and now for the hard part. Find six blogs that haven’t been tagged. Of course that is impossible, like with every pyramid scheme. The number of bloggers that already have been tagged goes up quite a bit with every iteration.
Six, forty-two, 258 (more people than I know that have a blog), 1554, 9330, 55986, 335922, 2015538 (more people than there are living on the island of Montréal), 12093234 (more people than in Québec), 72559410 (more people than living in the Netherlands and Canada combined), 435356466, 2612138802 (almost half of the earth’s human population), 15672832818 (we really have to teach animals to blog now)…
This whole tagging thing is totally unsustainable. All I can do is break the rules. Either by tagging less than six people or by tagging people that have already been tagged, but haven’t written a “6 random things about me”-post.
I just tag one person, and I’ll force her to write something so the chain isn’t broken because we all know that means bad luck. Without further ado I hereby tag Alison, who writes much better than I do on her Transparency blog.
(I’m so going to regret this.)
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