Butcher Block Island

We have a really small kitchen, as most were/are in a 1928 home. My sweet wife wanted a kitchen Island, but we just didn’t have the room. I put on my thunkin’ cap and figured out that a butcher block in the center of the room would give us some additional counter space and prep area. A plan for a custom gift started forming in my narrow monkey brain. I got super stoked about it, designed it up, and went wood shopping.

‘My local hardwood dealer did not have the grade of maple that I wanted at a price that I was willing to pay, but that was a blessing in disguise. While still thinking and grumbling about just paying the steep price for the wood a week later, I found a company that sold semi-custom cutting board countertops and free standing blocks. Their second to the smallest one was exactly the dimension (24” X 18”) that I had planned to build for my wife and their cost, delivered to my dock at work, was about the same as just my material would be. That settled it. I bought the block and waited the 4 weeks for delivery.

I don’t feel one bit bad that I did not build the whole thing. I surprised my wife with it and she asked that I paint the legs red to match the kitchen walls. I bought a can of pre-mixed Holiday Red General Finish Milk Paint from Woodcraft (I REALLY like using Milk Paint!) and put two coats on the legs. After the paint fully cured, I put two coats of satin marine spar varnish on. The top was finished with 4 coats of tung oil, drying 24 hours in-between coats, and I will redcoat every couple of months.

The island looks GREAT in our kitchen and has given us both more space when making dinner. My wife is very happy with the addition and that is worth more than gold. The links the block company and my supplies are below:

Bailey Block: https://www.butcherblock.com/product/…

Holiday Red Milk Paint: https://www.woodcraft.com/products/ge…

Spar Varnish: https://www.amazon.com/MCCLOSKEY-6505…

Watco Tung Oil:

Graduation!

My only son and youngest child graduated from High-school with honors this week. I could not be more proud of him, his achievement, his success, and the man he is growing into.

Second row, 6th one in.
My tall, smart, handsome son. Wife very pretty too!
The Fat old guy sure seems super proud and happy!

I got a crazy amount of stuff done last night after work. I was uber productive!

  • Checked on and watered bee hives at work (2 in community garden)
  • Drove home
  • Checked on and watered bees at the house
  • Boiled burr comb (extra comb the bees build in the hive boxes) and turned it into wax patties for candles this fall
  • Cleaned up front yard.
  • Moved new table made from a tree trunk slice into the front yard
  • Added three orange feet to the table
  • Took out compost, garbage, and recycling
  • Browned sliced almonds for dinner salad
  • Shocked and treated hot tub
  • Emptied hot tub water (only water left in pipes/pump has been treated)
  • Pulled hot tub filters
  • Replaced tires on band saw
  • Installed Wolverine sharpening guides and chisel grinder in shop
  • Patched nail holes in trim of basement tool organization board and printing press break
  • Installed 2 GoPro mounts in shop
  • Put final touches on two hand forged workbench holdfasts each (one for the bench tops and one for the legs) for a couple of friends who are getting into woodworking
  • Worked on a couple of YouTube films
  • Applied a the first coat of Silver Tip Epoxy to a canoe paddle
  • Finished an Audio book
  • Updated my bee hive performance/health tracking journal

My heart is breaking as Notre Dame burns.

12th Century painting of the Cathedral

Really sad. I have prayed in the nave of, attended masses, listened to the bells and organ, lit candles in the side chapels, attended a wedding , and cried in Notre Dame. I have taken my wife and my son there and have sent a books worth of postcards and letters form visits there. It is the heart of Paris for me. Below are some pictures I have taken in and of the church in the last 20 years. Just so sad. 

At night in 2014
At night from the Left Bank
My son, summer 2013
Inscription on the holy water vessel as you walk into the sanctuary
Above left most front door
Center Door
Winter 2012
The Right hand front door
The Sanctuary
12th Century Rose Window
winter 2014

Snow Day!

We got 5-6″ of snow at the house and roads are nasty. Snow Day! Working from home and staying off the roads. I don’t worry about me/us as we have a Jeep and a Subaru, both with AT tires and chains. I worry about the other drivers out there with little snow driving experience and their shield of invulnerability, also know as an SUV…

Lighting a fire, making coffee, logging into a web meeting, and will be spending at least 1/2 of my lunch hour in the hot tub.

Having two full-time jobs

Came home from regular work and started working in the attic and basement. Ran last bit of new wire, ran 5-65′ Cat5 cable runs for ethernet and our POE cameras. Cleaned up tools, hung electrical boxes in the basement, hauled trash bags down from attic, moved 15 boxes of subway tile, vacuumed basement, shot a little video, sent some email, ordered a new bathroom mirror, and plotted to take over the world with Pinky -like we do every night.

Standing on My Soapbox Again – Ford Motor Company

Ahem…

Ascends Soapbox:

I am having a crisis on conscience about vehicles of late: I REALLY want a new Subaru WRX to replace my 2008 blue beauty and I have been salivating over the coming 2019 Jeep Scrambler with a diesel engine FOR YEARS. I have loved all my Scoobys, but there have been some issues with the unavailability of the 5 door WRX and with the CVT transmission & 2.5-liter engine oil consumption recall issues, I am super gun-shy about buying a new Subaru. As for Trucks, I have always been a Nissan/Toyota guy because of a long run of really great vehicles, but that feeling has changed after my experience with my last truck and the dealer I bought it from.

Dad was a Ford man his whole life and mom had a green 1998 4X2 ranger step-side for 14-ish years that was an amazing little truck. That means something to me. I want to buy American owned/made vehicles at this point in my life and I have been looking really hard at Ford. The re-issue of the 2019 Ranger compact/mid-sized truck with a 3.2L, 31+ MPG, diesel looks really good! That coupled with the politics of Ford not taking direct bailout funds (money under AIFP) and Ford (along with Honda), recently urgeing the EPA to maintain the current requirements for the 2025 fuel emission standards, really has my attention.

I still am excited about the Toledo, Ohio-made Scrambler (since my ’86 CJ needs a playmate), but the Jeep brand is currently owned by Fiat Chrysler Automobiles, an Italian/American-ish automobile company that is registered in the Netherlands with its headquarters in London, all for tax purposes. Chrysler also took a crap ton of bail out money, with $1.3 billion that was written off and will never be recovered. This is also a company that looked hard at selling the Jeep brand to a Chinese Automaker in 2017. Seriously, look it up…

With all that said and with months of discussion and deliberation, I am feeling pulled to both the Ford Ranger truck for our next vehicle purchase and the Fiesta ST (when it comes out in AWD) for my wife when her forester runs close to the end of its bumper to bumper warranty period.

…Dismounts Soapbox…

 

Film Friday – Lincoln Park in West Seattle, Washington

OK, so it is not Friday, but I started working on this video Friday night…  Does that count?

Lincoln Park in West Seattle is one of my favorite spaces in all of the Seattle metro area.  It is a phenomenal urban space:  Stamps-With-Foot and I go there all the time just to hang out, I used to run there along the beach and through the trees in the mornings, it was my first outing after hip surgery, our monsters puppies love it there, it is romantic, great for picnics, strolling hand and hand along the beach, a fine hour+ long hike after work, a protected kayak launching point, good fishing spot when the salmon are running (the pink run started earlier this week…), there is a public pool, bald eagles nest in the trees along the shore, and sometimes I go and watch the sunset from on e of the many benches when I have had a bad day.  I hope this little film captures part of the magic of the place.

Went lathe shopping this evening – a little sad

So, I got off work tonight and drove almost two hours in the rain and traffic to look at a lathe I am interested in – an 1890s F.H. Clement pattern lathe. 

The lathe was fine – wished that it would have had more of the original accessories, but it was serviceable. The sad part was not the machine, but where it sat: huge shop, full of machines, sawdust, 1/2 finished projects, jigs, parts, and junk.  A lifetime’s collection that is now being dolled out one bit at a time. Sad that this man’s children couldn’t or didn’t want to use a space that he spent so much time, money, effort, and love on. I pray the my shop and my tools don’t suffer the same fate. I don’t want strangers picking over the carcus of my shop, looking for a deal, hoping to score a few molding planes, low-balling my wife on my carving chisels or bench to save a few pennies.

When it gets to be that time, I hope that I have the forethought and ability to pass it all on intact to my children or grandchildren or even someone outside the family who will love and create in a way that my tools and machines deserve.

Things I currently HATE:

  1. PayPal: Customer Service wasteland.  Just.Take.My.Money!
  2. Easy Jet’s baggage policy
  3. Running out of Milk for my coffee on Sunday when all the stores are closed in France
  4. SFR:  my French cell company – sometime I have data, sometimes I don’t…
  5. Still hate Facebook.  WAY too much Data mining!

Sorry for Being MIA…

I have been swamped for the last month and have not been posting. We have had friends and Family in, there have been trips for work and vacation, my J-O-B has me running in 6 directions – you name it. I will get my poop in group and post pictures from:

  1. A couple climbing trips
  2. My Son’s summer visit
  3. London
  4. Bespoke Shoe travails
  5. Hiking in France and Spain
  6. Barcelona
  7. Recent projects
  8. Stuff I am building
  9. Etc…

Thanks,

Matt

RIP Ezra Caldwell

Ezra was a photographer, chef, dancer, bike builder, husband, brother and son. I followed him for years on Flickr and on his various sites. He fought cancer again and again, fought it with all his might. He has passed and is now at peace.

The Tooth Fairy is now banned from my office…

I had a crown replaced seven years ago before we moved to Germany because the original was bugging me a little.  The one I had put on was worse than the original and I have suffered with sensitivity since then and decided that something finally had to be done about it when it moved while I was eating – very uncool.  I had it taken off, was fitted for a new porcelain crown and had a temporary put on last Monday.  The difference was immediate:  The temp crown felt great and the sensitivity was just gone.  I really didn’t get how crappy the old crown made me feel until the new temporary one was put on.  All was going great until the next Friday afternoon.  I was sitting in a customer meeting and coughed a little and out popped my composite crown.  HOLY KELLY CLARKSON!! The exposed nerve or whatever was going on reached down my jaw, all the way up to in front of my ear and squeezed.  I tread really, really hard to make it through the meeting.  I had to answer a question, air hit my exposed tooth and I had to excuse myself, post haste.  Nothing says classy and professional like losing a tooth during a meeting…

I went to a dentist by my office and they couldn’t or wouldn’t put the temp back on because the “didn’t want to alter the tooth bed and affect the fit of the permanent crown…”  Horseshit.  My dentist was closed for a 4-day weekend, but I got through to her on her emergency number and she met me at her office 25 minutes later.  She took care of it in 10 minutes, was REALLY nice about me calling on her day off and gave me some temporary cement is case it happens again before my permanent crown comes in and I can’t get a hold of her.

What I Want Thursday – 6/7/12

1. Summer! Somebody tell the weather-fairy that it in June and the thermometer on my porch notes the temperature outside is 56 degrees. JUNE!!
2. A flight booked for my son to fly out and spend some quality time this summer in Seattle.
3. An extra week of vacation this year. I want to go to Yellowstone and Hawaii and spend a month with my kids, but I am stuck with the normal “only two weeks off” vacation hole.
4. A quiet place to work at both home and at my J-O-B. It is getting harder and harder to concentrate on so many tasks with all the noise and interruptions that constantly swirl around me. I am contemplating a cardboard cubical door and a Bio-Peligrosos sign saying I have highly contagious airborne HerpieGonnaSyfalClymdiAIDs on my cube opening.
5. To take a long train trip in a private sleeper-car from Canada to Mexico.
6. A place out in the country where I can punch holes in targets. I HATE public ranges!
7. To have a shower at my J-O-B so I can bike to work.
8. A couple pairs of new dress shoes and a drawer full Smart Wool socks.
9. Affordable, quality universal health care for all – please refer to the German system.

So dad, I’ve been thinking…..

My son, who is deep thinker and a child that possess a vivid imagination came to me the other day and said, “Dad, we need to talk“. He had a stern and serious look on his face and he motioned to the table. I said “Alright buddy”, knowing that this was going to be good since the last time he got that look and we had to sit down, he asked me if I knew about Jesus and proselytized such that Jerry Fallwell would have been proud…  He is forever coming up with the funniest and often profound little quips: like yesterday when he told my wife that he had had the same Teddy Bear for his whole life, a bear that he clutches as he sleeps every night, and that when he got married his wife would have to just deal with him sleeping with Rocky Bear.

So, we sat down, me smirking with anticipation, and he says as he furred his brow and tapped all five fingers on the table for emphasis; “Daddy, I need you to tell me the truth. It is ok, I already know so you can tell me.” I was trying not to laugh when I answered, “Of course son, what do you want to know.”

Well, me and Hunter (his partner in crime) have been thinking (my son ruminates on things for months sometimes) and we figured it out, I know what you do.”

“Umm what exactly you mean…”

“Dad it is really ok, I know you’re a spy.”

Bwahaha! I’m a what!? Where in blue blazes did you come up with that one?! Who exactly am I a spy for?”

“You know us, the US, the CIA, like Jason Borne.”

“Son, I am not a spy”

“Look dad, you really need to tell someone, you’ll feel better and it might as well be me.”

Still laughing: “Son, why do you think I am a spy?”

“So, you fly all over the world, speak like 11 languages, have a pretty girl, a fast car with a TURBO, can do karate moves, have cool army guns, and not even mommy knows what you do for a living.”

My boy may be over-thinking and over-estimating my cool quotient, but God love him for it.

“Son, I am not a spy. I fly a lot for work – to fix airplanes & have crappy meetings – and I only speak 2.5 languages (poorly) and a few words of others here and there. You have been to my office – it’s boring.”

“Hunter said that it was a fake office like Mr. Smith’s (my 10 year old has SO not seen Mr. & Mrs. Smith…) and that its just to trick your enemies.”

I am almost peeing myself laughing at this point and it was made worse by the seriousness and earnestness of my child.

“My enemies… Son, I am not a spy.”

“Daddy, its ok. When you are ready you can tell me. I won’t say anything to anyone.”

“Anyone except your friend Hunter…”

He raised an eyebrow at that and looked at me sideways, nodded his head knowingly and went back to playing with werewolf action figures and tormenting the dog with squeaky toys.

La Maison du Talley

lamaisondutalley 1957 copy

This is what La Maison du Talley looked like in 1957.  It was bright and sunny, there was no Compton-grade chain link fence, hedges or trees.  You can see just the top of our now huge vine maple growing in the back yard. The neighbors’ homes looked neat, well cared for, and the houses share a cute little white picket fence.  Our cute little home is almost 83 years old and has changed little in that time – porch made into a mudroom, new windows, siding, some paint…  The original owners would have no issue at all in recognizing their home all these any years later.  God only knows how many children they raised in our 2-bedroom 1-bath Seattle box.  By today’s suburban standards it is a starter home that is meant for a young couple with perhaps their first child.  To be sold to the same as the infant grows into preteen or before the birth of their second bundle of joy. Our home was built in an era when an entire wardrobe would fit in a suitcase, a double bed was just right for two people to sleep in, and a middle class family had one car – maybe.  A time before mass consumerism and container ships made closet rooms, 5-car families, walls of shoes, man caves, and massive Barbie collections possible and attainable for a working family.

While I am grumpy with at least one of my neighbors, my current heating costs, the basement stairs, and some of responsibilities that accompany home ownership, I do have a genuine love for our house and yard.  What I love most about my house and all old houses are the stories that have been told, written, and lived under their roofs.  I love being a part of something greater than myself, adding to it lovingly, and having the knowledge that it will eventually pass on to another who will also add to the tale of a little old house.

We plan to live in our home for a very long time, raise some vegetables, have a couple of kids, live there, work there, relax in the yard, etc…  With that in mind we are planning a few upgrades and changes that won’t change the look and feel of the place at all – they will, in fact, enhance its appeal, sense of time and place, and functionality.

Current planned projects:
Rebuild of Basement Stairs
New heat pump installation
Garage/Mother-in-law build
Egress window in basement bedroom
Master suite in the attic
Rebuild of back stairs
Three fruit trees in the back
Half bath and kitchenette in the basement
Rewire of kitchen and main floor bathroom
Extension of front yard to sidewalk
Removal of chain-link and addition of wrought iron fence
New interior paint
Misc. cabinet and trim installation

What I have become

About four years ago I woke up one morning, biked into work, had my Starbucks Tall Mocha, plopped down in front of my computer and spent the entire day drawing a satellite LMB load simulator for a terrestrial aircraft mock up lab. I ate take-out pad-Thai at my desk while drawing the wiring schematic, engaged in some Dibbert-esque banter with the engineer sitting in the next cubical, and rode my commuter-bike home listening to an audio-book on my MP3 player. Although I lived 300 steps from the Pacific Ocean, I didn’t run to catch the last sweet surf breaks before dusk or head to a beach bonfire with a six-pack and a bottle of red wine, my flip-flops going clickety-clack. Nope, I took a shower and hopped on my home computer to check CNN, e-mail, and look for the cheapest 500Watt power supply I could find for a new computer that I was building. While searching for said computer part, I accidentally popped onto an adult site. Annoyed, I clicked back and muttered about just wanting the damn part… BAM! It struck me, I am a nerd. I had been more interested in a computer part that boobies. I was horrified at what I had become and spent the next two or three months trying to prove to myself that it was only a temporary affliction and it wouldn’t leave any permanent residue. I was wrong. I have been forever tainted. Instead of fighting it now I accept that I can fix almost any electronic device, have become my entire family’s call-in computer help desk, find Weird Al Yankovic mildly amusing, and can discuss the nuance of data rate transmission with aplomb. I try to balance this new life of the geeky-stain with climbing, running, and cycling. I have a hot GGG wife and friends that pull me back in when I am seized in a fit of super-nerdy and try to discus free-market economics while drinking beer or like the time I decided to run a 10 gigabit optical line into the house for faster download times. There are no Geek/Nerd/Dork recovery meetings, no 3.14159265358979… step programs, and no pills I can take for this affliction. I will have to just live with my shame and strive for balance