Category Archives: Barbara Ellen

What are the odds?

Had a chimney guy in last week to inspect the mini-rancho’s fireplace before we use it. He picked up Bar’s cannonball from the hearth, hefted it and asked if it was real. When I said yes, it’s real, he set it down gently.

I said it was Confederate from an old fort in South Austin before there was a South Austin. He said (coincidentally, what are the odds?) he grew up in Pennsylvania and his school classes spent time each year at the Gettysburg battlefield park. Said he had a friend coming down soon and he’d sure like to show him a real civil war fort.

I said the old fort, just earthen berms really with field piece (cannon) revetments cut into them, was near Ben White and South Congress. Somewhere on the northwest corner. All gone now, of course, buried under commercial development. But they can look at it and imagine how it was.

UPDATE: From the Austin Chronicle, July 4, 2003: “‘Archeological and Archival Investigations at Fort Magruder, a Civil War Period Fortification in Austin, Travis County, Texas,’ published by the Texas Department of Transportation, is by far the most comprehensive history of the fort or, more accurately, construction site. ‘The fortifications of Fort Magruder for all practical purpose never got off the ground, and to date no documented evidence has surfaced that Fort Magruder was ever garrisoned by troops for the military threat to Austin never materialized,’ the report said.”

Painting: burnt orange versus maroon

Getting a painting estimate today for the mini-rancho’s hallway and the bedroom ceilings. All in baby-blue. “Angelic blue,” by name. The bedroom ceilings will eventually have crown molding in white around them.

A bit more painting after that. For instance, an accent wall in “roasted pumpkin” (burnt orange, actually) in the dining area (not actually a room) surrounded by a shade of yellow Bar wants that I can’t remember at the moment. (Update: Honey Pecan) Lighter than the “Cheerful Yellow” of the bathrooms. Probably also followed by crown molding in white.

Thinking if we’re going to have UT’s burnt orange we need a maroon accent for A&M to help Mr. Boy feel at home. Howdy!

UPDATE:  We really like the Angelic (baby blue) hall and bedroom ceilings. But it finally occurred me that the color is the baby blue stripe of the Army’s dress uniform trousers for the infantry. And that figures. Baby, infant.

From Merriam Webster’s site: “The Italian word fante (from Latin infans, “infant, child”) originally meant “child,” later “youth, boy,” and then “servant.” In the 14th century, fante also took on the sense “foot soldier.” In Renaissance times, the fanteria, foot soldiers collectively, became a significant branch of arms, and the Italian word infanteria, was borrowed into English in the 1500s.”

New frocks

I had passed Barbara Ellen the latest Women Within catalog and she gave it back this morning. With pages folded back on frocks she preferred. I love clothing my big girl.

The scorpion

When it appeared in the ceiling light fixture, after I’d switched a dead 40w bulb to a 14watt LED, my first thought was Bar’s bad reactions to hornet/wasp stings and such. Very bad reactions. Show-stopping reactions.

So Bugmaster is on the case and can’t come too soon. They advertise as scorpion exterminators. Then I’ll tell her, so her nightmares are fewer. And then I need to replace the LED with a CFL or incandescent.

LED’s won’t survive enclosed space. The things you learn when our thieving pols of both parties are paid off to put sales restrictions on Mr. Edison’s invention, the incandescent.

UPDATE:  Bugmaster can’t come until tomorrow, from 4 to 6.

Remodeling blues

Had new marble bathroom countertops and porcelin sinks installed but installation revealed six cut-off valve defects with resulting leaks. After a night of the pan/bowl brigade, we have a plumber coming this morning to repair everything and connect the sinks. Gimme them remodeling blues.

UPDATE: Plumber capped off the valves so they no longer leak but can’t get to us to repair and connect until tomorrow. Remodeling blues, indeed.

The curious case of the robins

Barbara Ellen first noticed the robins in the trees in the canyon off the porch at the mini-rancho. Two of them at first, then three, then four, then six. American Robins.

They usually aren’t found here in Central Texas until winter when they flee the cold in points north. And they do it in roaming flocks, hence the six we’re now seeing daily. But in November, not September. Why are they here so early and in the midst of a prolonged heat wave and bad drought? No wild berries to eat now, which constitute 60 percent of their diet.

Bar speculates that their early arrival means we’re in for an early and prolonged winter. Maybe. But first we’re likely to have a flood. Droughts hereabouts usually end that way.

UPDATE:  Turns out there are wild berries in the vicinity. I spied them out with my trusty binoculars. So the robins ain’t starving while they’re here.

Kissing Wrens

Mrs. Charm has been sending us lots of interesting birds, but especially wrens, which we used to call our wren buddies. They are the king of all birds.

The other day at Rancho Roly Poly, where I went to run the irrigation system to keep the lawn green in case our buyer bailed before closing and we had to start selling all over again, I hung a new bird feeder.

I asked Mrs. Charm to send a wren to inaugurate the feeder. Then the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I looked back over my shoulder at the feeder outside and saw a wren perched on it chowing down.

That was cool but what’s even cooler are the wrens Bar saw a day or so afterwards on our porch at the mini-rancho. These wrens were standing on the cushion of the chair I usually sit in, which was odd enough. But these two were going at it like we sometimes see cardinals do. Kissing. By rubbing the tops of their longish beaks together. Ah, love, ain’t it grand.