Roof pond

The traditional flat roofs of New Mexico were originally designed to collect water, and channel it out spouts called canales for collection in rain barrels. That makes total sense given the infrequency of rain and the scarcity of water in the desert. However, nowadays, we just mindlessly turn on the faucet.

Having roofs that were originally designed to be water collection systems, also has its downsides.

I was standing at the sink in the bathroom one afternoon, minding my own business, when all of a sudden a large volume of cold water dumped down my back! It had poured out of the ceiling fan! I can’t describe how disorienting it is to have a large amount of freezing cold water suddenly dumped down your back when standing alone in your bathroom! I did not understand what was happening. I think the neighbors heard my scream for blocks away.

After some observing, I decided it was dumping a cup or two of water every 5 or 10 minutes. Apparently (we figured out later), due to a quirk of the fan design, the water was collecting there until there was about a full cup’s worth, and then dumping all at once. By total crazy coincidence, I was standing there in the exact position to get the first cup’s worth dumped down my back.

Collecting roof water in the bathroom:

John was unavailable, so I climbed onto the roof myself. Don’t ever say there’s no lakes in New Mexico! Here’s a beautiful, reflecting pond right on my own property.

The entire roof was covered, although some areas were deeper than others.

I decided to sweep the water through the canales with a broom. It would have drained through the canales eventually on its own, but meanwhile, it was leaking into the house.

As I swept, the water poured out the canales in big waterfalls, but I couldn’t take a picture and sweep at the same time. So here’s pictures of when I paused, and the water is no longer pouring off, and is back to its natural state of slowly dripping.

You can see the big puddle on the ground below.

When I started, it was mostly about to my ankles.

Here’s the section where the bathroom vents are located, after I’ve gotten a lot of the water swept off.

We did some patching up there. We’ll see what happens when we get a big rainstorm again. Someday.

¡Viva Nuevo Mexico!

Maybe New Mexico has become part of Mexico again. And I didn’t even have to move!

At least I’ll be safe from those Coloradoans.

Winter heat strategies

John and I would be happy if it were always summer. Summer forever! But New Mexico has a surprising amount of winter. So we decided we’d splurge on two winter mitigation methods – a gas fireplace and a hot tub.

Our fireplace was wood burning with a gas-assisted starter. In my mind, if there’s already a gas line going to the fireplace, it would be a shame to not have a gas fireplace!

Gas fireplace inserts can be expensive, but they can also be extremely good heaters. I don’t like to run the furnace all the time because it’s very drying and our air in New Mexico is already overly dry. Plus the furnace heats the whole house indiscriminately, and there’s no point in heating back bedrooms. The fireplace is very centrally located, allowing me to heat only the rooms I use during the day.

I contracted to get a gas insert installed this summer. One of the things I made sure to ask for is an easy on-off switch. Our previous gas fireplace had a switch on the wall – it was great, just flip the switch and the fireplace came on. No messing with lighting it or anything. The salesman assured me that it would be even easier than that – it had several settings, all controllable with a remote. Great!

But then, when the installation guys came out to do the site check, they mentioned that there would be a plug coming out of the fireplace, running on top of the hearth, and plugging into a nearby outlet. I was like, what? That’s so dorky. I had requested a switch on the wall.

So I had to go back down and haggle with the original salesman. He and I had an agreement about the remote operation of the fireplace that did not involve a plug hanging off my hearth. He was resistant at first.

Then he noticed me looking at the hot tubs at his competitor’s store next door. In the end, he agreed to hardware the electrical line from the fireplace, which required a little bit of drywall work. He was hoping that if he kept me happy, he could sell me one of the ridiculously expensive hot tubs in his store.

But the hot tub project was on hold until I got the fireplace project done first. Good thing I started the fireplace project early this summer, because they took forever. Even after the fireplace was in, it took awhile to get the electrical done. And then we got to look at patched drywall for several weeks while waiting for someone to finally come and do the tape and texture. Even after they finally did the tape and texture, they never did paint it. I ended up doing the painting myself.

But it looks great and works great now. It puts out a lot of heat!

The next step was to redo the mantle. Here’s what our fireplace mantle looked like when we bought the house.

The oversized clock was part of the staging, so it was gone once we took possession of the house. But I disliked the stark white mantle, particularly because the brick is actually darker than it looks in that picture. Also the style of my furnishings is muted, with gray and beige tones, and a bit rustic.

I wanted a more natural looking mantle. I also didn’t like the clunky style of the support pieces. I briefly looked into buying a new mantle, but decided I would try to sand off the white paint myself.

My goal was to sand off nearly all the white paint, leaving just a few flecks to make it look aged. As I ground through the paint, I discovered a thin layer of dark stain. I wanted to leave little bits of the stain on, to encourage a weathered look. The stain ground off much faster and easier than the white paint, so mostly I either undershot – and left on too much white paint, or overshot – ending up with the stain ground off with the last of the white paint. But in the end, I got it to a mostly sanded state that I was happy with.

When the previous owners had painted the mantle white, they made a lazy mistake – they didn’t take the mantle down off the brick first. They must have assumed it would be difficult to remove and replace. Turns out the mantle pops right off. It sure would have been nice if they would have realized that. Instead, they left streaks of white paint on the brick, outlining the mantle and its supports. We tried to use a solvent to get the paint off the brick, but in the end we had to grind it off.

John also installed a new support system for the mantle, which is thin and black, just along the bottom edge of the mantle where it meets the brick – it’s barely visible unless you bend down and look under it.

The ends of the mantle were the most challenging to sand, because the wood was roughest on the ends. The ends were very pitted and the paint had sunk far into the wood, requiring lots of sanding.

Done!

After the fireplace was done, we ordered a small hot tub from Home Depot, and installed it ourselves. It cost a fraction of what the fancy ones in the hot tub stores cost. And it just plugs into a regular outlet, no electrical work needed.

The delivery agreement was just for them to drop it curbside. We were worried about getting it into our backyard ourselves, but it turned out to be easy. The guys dropping it off left it up on its end, on two of their roller dollies, so we could move it into the backyard ourselves. (I tipped them well for the gift of the dollies.)

Then all we had to do was move the boat, maneuver the hot tub through the gate and lower it onto the deck we had built for it.

Here’s our simple, little 2-seater, plug-in hot tub, all set up and ready.

We’re ready for winter now!

Monica’s visit

I’m a little behind on my blog posts, but I can’t omit mentioning that Monica came and spent a very nice two weeks with us last month.

The weather was perfect. September is the best month in so many places in this country, including here! September is when I want to be in 10 different places at once…the Sierras, the Cascades, the Pacific Coast, Boston…and it’s also just about perfect right here in New Mexico.

While Monica was here, John took some partial days off and we went on a variety of local outings.

I’ve blogged before about globalquerque; we go every year. It’s always great. I didn’t get very good pictures this year, but these will give you an idea. It starts in the early evening and goes quite late. There are two outdoor stages and one indoor theater.

They bring high quality musicians from around the world. It’s a great time to discover new and different music.

Another day we went to the botanical garden, which I always enjoy.

Here’s a bunch of photos from the butterfly enclosure (where visitors can go inside the enclosure with the butterflies). The butterflies were being very cooperative for their photos.

This is a local wild roadrunner. He/she is not caged, there’s just a fence in the background and it’s reflecting on the rock

We also went to the zoo, but I didn’t take any pictures there. I’m not very fond of zoos. I hadn’t been for a long time, and now I remember why. Don’t like the zoo. I love the botanic garden though.

Monica and I also went furniture shopping, which was fun. We went to a couple of stores that didn’t have anything remotely of the style I was looking for, before we ended up at an enormous store that had pretty much any style anyone could want.

I really enjoyed Monica’s visit. It’s nice to have someone around. I’m used to having an office job with coworkers every day, and I really miss them. John’s not home a lot of the time, so it gets to just be me and the dogs wandering around this house.

The dogs appreciated having her here too!

Monica and I made a deal – she should visit New Mexico more in the summer when it’s hot and humid and miserable in Houston (although it’s pretty hot in the summer here too, but at least it’s dry), and I should visit Houston more when it’s icy cold here in the winter. In particular I struggle with the early spring, when it’s brown, dry, and we have bitter cold, high winds and dust storms. So Monica is going to have a housemate this spring. Sweet green grass and bluebells, here I come!

Canceled trip

A friend was planning to come stay with me for a few days this week (and by sort of coincidence, John has a business trip). But my friend has gotten sick and can’t come.

With three, nearly-empty days in front of me, I thought I’d get a lot of blog posting done. It’s now the third of my three days already. I started a few posts, but haven’t finished anything. So yikes, here’s a post! Maybe this one will get the others rolling.

And hopefully my friend will soon feel better and be able to come another time.

Meanwhile, here’s a balloon fiesta picture. More to come 🙂

Song and Dance

The other day I took Larrisa to a children’s song and dance class sponsored by the Big Brother Big Sister program. Turns out it wasn’t just for the kids; us “Bigs” were expected to participate too.

My singing and dancing abilities are limited, to say the least. I can stay mostly on tune if I’m familiar with the song, particularly if I have the music score, which helps me to see what the song is going to do next, so I have time to anticipate it.

I survived the voice warm-up exercises, but then we moved on to singing something from The Lion King, and I was hopeless.

First of all, I don’t know that music so I could not go by memory. Secondly, movie songs are difficult. They don’t tend to be simple melodies. I forgot which exact songs we were trying to sing (there were a few of them) but they had sections that were more like dramatic speaking than singing – except not quite. Sort of like musical speaking-singing. The problem with those sections was it was very hard for me to tell what note was actually being sung (if any).

The instructor had originally imagined we would sing to YouTube instrumental accompaniment (like karaoke), but soon discovered that we were not up for the challenge. So she quickly searched YouTube for some examples of the songs that included the singing and showed the lyrics!

Well, I thought the singing was hard…but then we moved on to dance. Oh my gosh, did I suck at that! I did fine for the warm-up exercises (jumping jacks). I can do jumping jacks without getting confused – or at least most of the time.

Then suddenly we were learning a dance routine. For some reason, I can’t seem to remember routines. Imagine someone saying an entire paragraph in a foreign language and you have to say it all back to them, in the right order, with the right pronunciation. And then do it again, 10 minutes later. That’s me with dance routines.

This was a small class, so there wasn’t any hiding in the back. And the kids were mostly teenagers, so expectations were fairly advanced. Each big-sister, little-sister pair were expected to take turns doing the routine by ourselves while everyone else watched us.

The instructor must have taken pity on us at one point, because when it came time to do solos in front of the class (not even in pairs this time – a complete solo), she told us to just freestyle. That decreased the technical challenge, but did not decrease the emotional challenge. When is the last time you did a freestyle solo dance in front of a group of strangers? (Sober.)

All I could do was just try to maintain my humor and confidence. I wanted to be a role model, and I think it’s useful to know how maintain poise when challenged. I just tried to be a good sport and encourage the kids and ignore my own failures.

Sorry, I didn’t take any pictures. I was too busy trying to survive!

Funny Police Post

It’s a bit hard for me to believe, but apparently the Pleasanton California Police Department posted this funny message on Facebook (Laura sent it to me).

If I was still working at the Air Quality Bureau and posted something snarky and hilarious on their social media, I’d probably have been fired. My bosses didn’t have a sense of humor. We were the STATE after all.

Anyway, I think it’s pretty cool that they could get away with this post. Because it’s entertaining, more people are going to read it, which was their goal after all.

About Me

I don’t know how many of you read my blog, and I wouldn’t be surprised if not many do! It’s theme-less. Nothing exciting happens. It’s only mildly and occasionally humorous.

And yet I know I’d be interested in reading this type of blog by other people. I’m definitely tired of reading the national news. I’m not sure how to find more of this kind of blog though. Blogs that have themes can be searched for with keywords. But I’m not thinking it would work very well to search for “blogs by random people about their boring lives”, lol.

Somehow I think our lives would be saner if we went back to mostly only hearing everyday stories about our own small communities instead of being overwhelmed by the most extreme happenings around the world. So I’m going to keep at it – one insignificant voice lost in a sea of global momentousness.

Camping in the rain

We’ve been quite busy, but summer is almost over so we decided go on a quick, local camping trip before it’s too late. We headed up to Mt. Taylor; easy access, never crowded, and several trails to choose from.

It’s not pristine, remote wilderness. No cheerful brooks or stunning lakes, nothing spectacular. It’s just a multi-use national forest with cows, ATV’s, hunters, etc. Nothing exciting, but it’s close by and I like the open ponderosa forests.

The first afternoon we went on a short hike, although I had a possible migraine coming on so we didn’t hike too hard. More like a “wander around” than a “hike”. It was pretty though.

When we got back, the cows had discovered our van. It was a good thing we didn’t have our dogs with us, because cows and poodles don’t mix very well. And we probably would have had them off-leash because no one was out there. Or so we thought.

At first we sat under a tree to wait until the cows moved off. But they were in no hurry. Meanwhile, the weather was growing ominous.

Time to head back to the van, cows or no cows.

We figured we’d do our “big hike” the following morning. But we figured wrong.

On the way back down to Albuquerque we decided to stop at El Malpais and do a little bit of hiking in the lava fields. It wasn’t raining down there yet, although the weather was threatening.

The landscape there is fairly treacherous. You won’t want to get caught out here at night without proper gear, and I also didn’t want to get caught in a lightning storm. There’s no clear trail, just rock cairns that can be very difficult to spot in low light. (Here I am standing next to one of them.)

The ravines range from ankle-wrenching to potentially deadly.

Here I am, hiking along, la, la, la…uh…hmmm.

We went home that afternoon, having gotten in two small hikes, but without having managed anything strenuous. So we resolved to hike in the local Sandia foothills the next morning.

At 9:00 the next morning we were ready to go for our big hike but – more rain. What’s it doing raining in the morning in the desert?

We got out our rain gear and went anyway. This hike we can do from out our own front door. Our house is in that first section of houses right in the center of the picture

Here we are, almost to the top. Our goal was that little tree just to the left of the saddle.

Made it!

Here’s looking off the saddle to the east.

Attached to the tree was a cute little box with a notebook to record your arrival.

Time to head home – with more rain coming.

Coworkers

I’m really enjoying having more time to myself, but I miss my coworkers! So I decided to have them over recently.

One of my previous coworkers had moved to Virginia for a year, and has recently come back. So that was a great excuse to have coworkers over, because everyone wanted to see him again. I told him he HAD to come because he was the one everyone was coming to see, not me! And sure enough, I had better turnout then I’ve ever gotten. Everyone came!

Which was good because John and I made way too much food. A little too much food is ok – it’s better than not having enough! But we made SO MUCH too much food, it was practically embarrassing. Like, what, did we expect, 50 people?

I blame the new Costco card. John and I each wanted to buy a little of this and a little of that, and there’s no buying a little of anything at Costco. Also John and I had differing ideas on what to serve, so instead of hashing it out, we each did our own thing as if the other person wasn’t also cooking.

I had in mind some gluten-free and vegan side dishes and snacks. In fact, my invitation just said there would be snacks, and when they got there and saw the ridiculous amount of food, everyone said, “Snacks?! This is snacks?!”

In addition to all my carefully thought out vegan and special diet entrees, John imagined a backyard barbecue. And grill he did – hamburgers, brats, ribs – we had it all.

John and I often approach life like that – his way AND my way combined, rather than some pared down version of OUR way (think houses and remodels…lol).

Hopefully everyone had a nice time. I get fairly stressed out over these things. Not only do I struggle through them, I also second-guess myself afterwards. “Did I talk too much? Was it ok what I said? Was the profusion of food ridiculous? Were people bored?” Of course I know better. It was FINE. But knowing that it was fine and feeling that way are two different things.

I am, however, glad I did have people over. Keeping in touch with friends is important to me. It’s just easier one at at time 😉